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[kayadraws]

For this year’s @grishaversebigbang mini bang, I gave in to the chaos and illustrated a little piece for @6crowgang ‘s chaotic JoostxReader fic 😂

Fic by @6crowgang !

Art by @fricklefracklefloof !

[emetoandotherthings]

So this is gonna sound like a real weird request, but I just thought of it and it sounded like fun but I don't wanna do it without like being asked to do I'm gonna ask you because I fuckin love your voice and accent haha! Okay so I was wondering if you'd be down to record yourself saying all of your OCs names? It just sounded like a fun idea and obviously you don't have to but like, feel free to go for it if you want!! I was just remembering that accent challenge thing that went around earlier.

No request is too weird! I’m just amused that you like my whack crazy voice😂  

I’ve recorded this as a video, but with no picture I’m afraid, you just get my voice!

There we go! Any more questions, send them my way! Thanks G! 😊

[rietveldbrothers]

If I can't have love, I want power

a/n: me elisha and tiff wrote the most unhinged au our combined chaos could come up with for @grishaversebigbang 2023. make sure to check out the stunning art from our materialki below

Materialki: @iri-lynx (x) @hagnoart (x) and @mfrov95 (x)

Ethrealki: @dregstrash @wafflesandkruge

Summary:

Zoya didn’t need anyone. It was a lesson that had been burned into her after she’d let Nikolai into her life four years ago, and he’d responded by sabotaging her chances at Top Gun. When the best of the best are called back to North Island for a dangerous mission, Zoya and Nikolai must set aside the past and work together once again. But the heart is a tricky thing, and Zoya isn’t sure if she’s ready to let go of her grudges just yet…

AKA the love square meets top gun au with lots of pining, angst, and loaded history.

Read on AO3 or Chapter 1 below the cut

Nikolai’s breath came in short, harsh pants as his hands clenched around the controls of his plane. All he could see was the black fighter in front of him, desperately dodging and weaving to try to avoid him. He was good, Nikolai would give him that. But he was better. 

“Come on, come on,” he muttered as he watched his computer track the other plane, the target never quite steadying. The fighter dived into the canyon below and Nikolai followed, still not able to get a missile lock. The canyon walls seemed to narrow around his plane, one small misstep sure to end with him dying in a fiery wreck. Nikolai’s breathing quickened.

“Nik, need some help here!” Dominik gasped on the radio. Nikolai jerked his head up and saw two planes streaking across the sky, Dominik pursued by another enemy fighter. His heart stopped.

“Genya!” he yelled. “Help Domino!”

The fighter he was pursuing swerved suddenly, and Nikolai cursed as he struggled to follow. The enemy planes were infinitely more maneuverable than theirs, if a little slower. But he was so goddamn close, he could taste it.

“Can’t!” Genya responded, her heavy breathing making the line crackle. “Two on my tail.”

“Nikolai!”

Fuck. Nikolai was getting too far from his teammates. The world seemed to slow as he stared at the fighter in front of him, seemingly getting further and further away from him with every second. Dominik could handle himself for a few more seconds. If he stayed, he could chalk his first kill. He could scratch that tally mark into the side of his plane.

And Dominik would be dead.

Damn it all. 

He pulled up and out of the valley, the familiar crushing force settling back onto his body. 

“I’m coming,” he gasped, praying Dominik could hear him. “Hang on.”

The sky was a brilliant, unforgiving blue as he climbed higher, the air thinning. He looked around wildly.

“Talk to me, Dom. Where are you?”

“On your left! Break right, break right!”

Nikolai obeyed blindly, his body jerking against the seat’s restraints as the plane went perpendicular with the ground. To his right, he saw Genya’s plane scream past. She was giving the two on her tail a run for their money. Dominik passed by overhead with a roar, smoke trailing from his plane. Another enemy fighter followed him. 

Nikolai cursed and struggled to right his plane, but it was too goddamn slow. Time seemed to stretch out, each second an hour as Dominik got further and further from him.

“I’m almost there, Dom. Hang on,” he panted as he pushed the jet to go faster. The engine let out a warning screech.

“Nikolai!” Dominik screamed. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming—” His cockpit felt like it was burning up, the heat of a thousand suns piercing through his uniform and searing his skin, his bones—

“Nikolai!”

Nikolai bolts awake, sheets twisted around his sweat-sticky body. Dominik’s screams echo in his ear. His heart pounds in staccato rhythm, his mind still locked in a battle long past, long survived.  

“You good?”

Nikolai blinks and the figure crouched beside his bunk comes into focus. Mal Oretsev’s face is twisted in concern, one hand still stretched toward Nikolai. Nikolai bats it aside. He forces one breath after another into his constricted lungs, and slowly, the panic subsides. He isn’t in the sky, he isn’t flying, and the ground beneath him is as solid as it would ever be.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. He clears his throat and tries again, this time with a fake smile. “Never better.”

Mal doesn’t look convinced, but thankfully, doesn’t dig. He’s used to Nikolai’s idiosyncrasies by now. He tosses a shirt at Nikolai. “You better get your ass ready then. They called us back to Top Gun.”

Nikolai’s heart stutters at the name. Memories of bright blue eyes, desert that stretched to the horizon, and words he regretted more than anything rise unbidden to his mind. He hasn’t been back since what had happened almost four years ago, and he had intended to keep it that way for the rest of his hopefully long career. But he supposes he was never that lucky of a guy, anyway. He keeps his voice carefully level as he pulls the shirt on and kicks off his sheets.

“For what?”

Mal leans against his dresser, the very picture of nonchalance as Nikolai pulls on the first pair of pants he can find on his floor. But Nikolai has been with him long enough to read the tension in his jaw and that look he gets when he’s thinking about the past. He isn’t the only one with a messy story, after all. 

“Special detachment. They wouldn’t tell me more than that. But they only invited the best of the best.”

There’s only one pilot other than himself that Nikolai would ever think of as the best. He’s spent so long trying to forget her that the thought of seeing her again is like the sight of water for a man dying of thirst. His heart gives a little skip, the ink on his forearm aches. 

Don’t even start, Lantsov. Zoya’s not in the business of second chances. 

Nikolai shoves the thought of her out of his mind and gives Mal his best asshole-smile. 

“Guess you’re in charge of the squadron while I’m gone then.”

Mal rolls his eyes and chuffs Nikolai on the shoulder. “Fuck off, asshole. Be ready to leave in an hour or I’m leaving you behind.”

Nikolai clutches his heart in mock-hurt. “You would do that to your wingman? Your dearest fling? Your most convenient friend with bene—”

Mal throws a pillow at his face and stalks out of the room.

—

Top Gun is somehow just as Nikolai remembers it, and a completely different beast at the same time. As soon as he steps onto the tarmac, the balmy San Diego air kisses his skin and makes him crave an ice-cold drink. Beside him, Mal slides on a pair of aviators and squints at the midday sun.

“That was the worst flight I’ve ever been on.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Nikolai drawls. He grabs his bag from the ground and starts walking toward the building where all the brass have their offices. “I’ve been in your backseat before. It was a pretty harrowing experience. Almost made me want to change careers.”

“I’m hanging you out to dry on our next hop,” Mal threatens, but Nikolai knows it’s an empty threat. Mal has never left him behind. Not when it counted. 

The two of them check in with Juris, the grizzled Top Gun Air Boss who’s been stationed there for as long as Nikolai can remember, then take a meandering route to their assigned housing. They don’t see a single pilot other than themselves as they roam the halls, the sky quiet without the familiar roar of fighters overhead. It’s like walking through a ghost town.

By nightfall, the two of them end up at Genya’s seaside bar on an unspoken agreement. Nikolai convinces himself he’s there to scope out the competition, but it’s a pretty flimsy excuse when he knows exactly whom from the competition he wants to see. Mal eyes him as he takes another swig from his beer, and Nikolai ignores his stare. Mal really isn’t one to judge. Pot, kettle, black, however the saying goes. 

Speaking of competition—there’s plenty of it packed into the space. Pilots fill every available space, wings of gold gleaming in the dim lights. Nikolai recognizes a few he’s flown with before, and some from his Top Gun class. The Bataar twins are over at the dartboard, arguing over the points from the last round. Nadia Zhabin sips at a brightly colored drink, her pale eyes sharp and focused as she scans the room. Even the elusive Alina Starkov is there, forever a bright star that would much rather be a wallflower. She ignores the small wave he sends her way, almost as resolutely as Mal refuses to acknowledge the whole side of the room where she’s seated. Not for the first time, Nikolai wonders what exactly they did to each other.

Nikolai flags Genya’s attention from across the bar where she’d been serving another group of uniformed pilots. His former squadron-mate is as beautiful as ever with her flame-red hair and glowing smile. Her one amber eye is narrowed in amusement, a black eye patch embroidered with seagulls covering where the other should have been. A familiar twinge of guilt tickles the bottom of Nikolai’s stomach, but he ignores it as he grins at Genya.

“Another beer, please. And put it on Oretsev’s tab.”

“Absolutely not,” Mal interjects. “Put it on his own tab. We all know he can afford it.”

Genya laughs, and Nikolai catches a lovestruck look from David, her fiance, from across the room. Genya has always said her career had been worth both a successful business and a fiancee, but it’s the first time Nikolai has been able to believe her. He hides his smile behind the new bottle Genya hands him.

“I think he’s got you there, Nicky.” She leans in closer. “Zoya hasn’t shown up yet. Thought I’d save you a few minutes of looking around like a lost puppy.”

Nikolai takes a measured sip of beer. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh look, it’s Nazyalensky,” Mal deadpans. Nikolai’s head whips around so fast that it hurts. And sure enough, Zoya Nazyalensky is walking through the front doors. Nikolai feels like he’s suddenly been ejected from his jet, just miles of empty sky beneath him and no parachute to slow his fall.

Where to begin with Zoya Nazyalensky? She had been in and out of life like a summer hurricane, one summer there and then gone as quickly as she’d arrived with a path of destruction left behind her. Nikolai watches sullenly as the entire room’s attention seems to shift toward her. She looks better than ever in her pressed khakis, her dark hair pulled back into an elegant twist. Her eyes scan the room in disinterest before they pause in Nikolai’s vicinity. He swears his heart stops as she pauses a few steps away from him.

“Oretsev.” Her voice is just the same as he remembers. 

“Nazyalensky.”

Nikolai’s grip on his bottle tightens as Mal hops off his stool and slides an arm around Zoya’s waist. Genya sighs from behind the bar. 

Nikolai isn’t stupid. He knows about Mal and Zoya. But seeing is different from knowing. He watches as the two of them head for an empty pool table, then turns back to Genya. She has a distinctly sympathetic look that makes him feel pretty fucking pathetic.

“You got anything stronger?”

“On the house.”

—

“I think I can take it from here, Oretsev.” Nikolai says as he grabs the pool stick from his friend’s hands.

Mal raises his eyebrows in shock, a million questions dancing in his eyes, but he takes one glance to where Nikolai was actually looking and decides to relinquish his hold.

He shakes his head then sighs, “More and more convinced you have a death wish, Charming.”

Nikolai rolls his eyes, “Prince Charming. C’mon man, we’ve been working together for how long now?”

Mal didn’t say anything. He just took his lukewarm glass of beer and went to join Alina at the other side of the bar. 

“Lieutenant Nazyalensky.” He gives her his best grin, he knows it won’t work. “Good to see you”

“Lantsov, I should have known you’d be here.” Zoya’s voice was as frigid as always.

“You look good.” He said as he pocketed two of the solid pool balls on the right pocket. 

“I am good. I’m very good.” She scoffed then scanned the table for her next move. “Nice to see my sloppy seconds can enjoy one another.” 

Nikolai grinned, their toxic little love square they had going on, well, Mal was a good distraction, and he wasn’t sensitive enough, about that at least, to be bothered. He didn’t even mind that her shot had knocked two of his pieces in different directions and had one of her striped balls landing in another pocket. 

He took his time looking at the table, but he was really looking for an excuse. An excuse to round the corner and stand toe-to-toe with her. His hands not-so-casually resting on either side of her on the sleek wood of the pool table. She didn’t need to tilt that much to meet his gaze, and he tried not to think that from this distance, it would be easy to just kiss her senseless. 

It also didn’t help that she didn’t take a step back either.

Oh, the familiar smell of her was making his head light. His hands twitched on his pool stick, like they were considering actually just taking her face and press his lips to hers. He could have actually done more than kiss her in the middle of this bar. But he saw just how tense her shoulders were under that bravado. Or maybe he was just projecting because he could feel the rigidity in his own spine.

Their last conversation hadn’t been a pleasant one. Their parting even colder. And seeing her under these familiar yellow lights was making Nikolai way more aware of just how far she felt. Just how big the barrier between them was that made her that much more untouchable.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to push his luck, anyway.

He moved away and deliberately stepped around her so that his shoulder brushed hers. It was a cheap shot at getting the upper hand.

It was a pathetic excuse to touch her. 

He lined up his shot and managed to tie their score. 

But Zoya wasn’t looking at the game. Her dark blue eyes picked him apart. 

He wondered what she saw. If she could read just how tense he was with her around. If she could see how badly he still wanted her. If she could feel how terrified he was to see her here, at the start of an assignment that smelled too much like a suicide mission. 

“Your shot.” He said. 

It was loud in Genya’s bar. The evening crowd on a warm summer night created a symphony of bursts of laughter, stories being yelled over the music, and servicemen and women trading war tales. There was no reason for Nikolai to have heard Zoya say, “It was my shot.” But he did hear her, and their game of pool suddenly felt so small and insignificant.

She turned away from him then. She marched back to Mal who was suspiciously alone and shoved the stick into his hands before storming out of the bar. 

Mal came over, and Nikolai forced a smile that he knew that his friend didn’t buy.

“Came back to get your ass kicked?” He winked. Then threw his arm around his broad shoulders. “Maybe something more?” 

Mal didn’t take the bait. He chugged the rest of his drink, and started to reset the table. 

“We both have enough problems, Lantsov. Let’s try not to make things worse.” 

Nikolai shrugged, trying to ignore the feeling of Zoya’s eyes still on him. 

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He tried again. 

His friend shot him a look, “Maybe I should have.” He glanced behind him to the direction Zoya had gone. “Maybe we both should have known when to stop.”

Nikolai felt his gut plummet as his past started to creep out of the locked box he kept all of his worst memories. And he finished his drink to shove them all down.

He forced a laugh as he broke the triangle of pool balls to start their game.

“Can we table this wildly depressing line of conversation until after I beat you? It wouldn’t be Top Gun without me smoking you. Right, Pocketknife?” 

Mal rolled his eyes, but Nikolai still noted just how tense his friend was. He didn’t know quite what happened between Mal and Alina, but based on his last…encounter…with her it didn’t seem good. 

He was almost tempted to accuse him of being an idiot who wasn’t brave enough to get what he actually wanted. But pots shouldn’t be calling kettles black. 

Nikolai couldn’t help but glance at the door. He turned around and caught Zoya’s hand brush against Alina’s platinum blonde hair. He hesitated to call it affectionate, but it was…something. She leaned closer to the other girl, her lips just brushing the corner of Alina’s jaw. 

A flare of jealousy that was unfounded went through Nikolai, and was only abated when Alina met Zoya’s eyes in a sad kind of resignation. She shook her head and squeezed her hand in sympathy.

Zoya seemed to roll her eyes and walk off with her head shaking slightly. Nikolai wondered what that was about. Then he reminded himself that it wasn’t any of his business. Instead, he focused back on Mal. He focused on ignoring the empty ache that was more present with the absence of the flare of jealousy. 

So, they just played the night away and then when that wasn’t enough, Nikolai took to the keys with Mal drunk and singing off key next to him. Both of them ignoring the burn of old heartaches, and the chill of an uncertain future.

[mistress-audios-babies]

Jameson Rivera (Gang 1)

Basic Character Questions

First name: Jameson.

 Surname: Rivera.

 Nicknames: Jamie, Heroine, GlooDick, basically anything else sexual themed.

Date of birth: 26 February 1994.

 Age: 26.

 Physical / Appearance

Height: 197cm.

 Weight: 61kg.

 Build: Very skinny, tall build. He could be considered unhealthily thin by some, and ideal to others.

 Hair colour: Ginger with blond streaks

 Hair style: Big fluffy at front?

 Eye colour: Forest Green.

 Eye shape: Protruding/prominent.

 Distinguishing facial features: Beginning of gauntness. Acne/scars. Flared skin under nose. Pupil dilation/distant look. Sores in mouth corners. Perpetual runny nose. Some gold teeth. Set of rounded scars on right cheek.

 Which facial feature is most prominent: His acne.

 Which bodily feature is most prominent: His weight.

 Other distinguishing features: Self-harm scars on his hips and legs. Skin-picking injuries. Unhealthy pallor. Needle tracks on arms.  

 Skin: Unhealthy pallor. Self-harm scars. Acne/scars. Flared skin under nose. Skin-picking injuries. Needle tracks. Cigar burns on inner arms. Rounded scars on right cheek. Old scalding burn spread across torso. Thin.

 Hands: Very soft. Long fingers. Old burns on palms.

 Make up: Light eyeliner and eye shadow. Light blush to cheeks. Foundation. Red lipstick often.

 Piercings: Triple forward helix. Rook. Daith. Tragus. Orbital. Standard lobe. All black.

 Scars: Acne scars. Self-harm scars on hips and legs. Skin-picking injuries. Needle tracks on arms. Cigar burns on arm. Rounded scars on right cheek.

 Birthmarks: Brown mark on right shoulder blade.

 Tattoos: Heroine on his lower back, with red X’s and a bag of heroin under it.

 Physical handicaps: Coeliac Disease. Mild muscular wastage. Brittle bones.

 Type of clothes: Black-banded white fedora with feather (eventually given by Elijah). Light pink crop top sweater. Short white skirt. Black fishnet leggings. White leather thigh high platform boots. Black leather garters. White tennis shoes when not working, or bunny slippers. Simple nightdresses to bed. He is cold often, and wears giant woolen jumpers often. Retro pink suit for formal wear, white crop top with handmarks over chest, rainbow bow-tie, simple black dress pants and black boots loaned by Elijah.

 How do they wear their clothes: He will start the day looking proper, but will put no effort into keeping it that way.

 What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc): White leather thigh high platform boots on work. White tennis shoes while in public. Bunny slippers/bare feet when at home. His shoes are noticeably old, but they are relatively reliant. Blisters on feet. Feet perpetually sore.

 Race / Ethnicity: Caucasian Australian.

 Mannerisms: Australian accent. Dark sense of humour. Perverse. Nasally voice. No volume awareness at times. Emotional quickly. Joker despite deep unhappiness. Easy to lose track of thoughts. Swears frequently.

Are they in good health: He is a heroin abuser and has autoimmune disorders and deficiencies.

 Do they have any disabilities: Chronic HIV disease (untreated). Coeliac disease. Severe anaemia. Bad lungs. Muscles and bone wastage.

 Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse: Sexual words and phrases like, “We getting spun as fuck.” He also overuses vines.

                                                                             Do they have a catchphrase: “Let me be the heroine of your story.”

 Are they more optimistic or pessimistic: He is extremely pessimistic at his root.

 Are they introverted or extroverted: Rather extroverted.

 Do they ever put on airs: He’s self-sufficient and would rather others not see him in a place of vulnerability.

 What bad habits do they have: Does doing heroin count lol? Or self-harm? Smoking. Drinking to excess at times. Swearing excessively. Extremely distasteful humour at times. Picking his scabs. Stimming? Over-obsession.

 What makes them laugh out loud: Extremely dark to extremely childish. And meme culture.

 How do they display affection: Many times he cannot voice it, and while trying to he forgets to physically show it. At other times he is big and boisterous with both his words and actions and it can get overbearing.

 Mental handicaps: Mild Asperger’s. PTSD. Heroin addiction. Suicidality. Mild drug-induced psychosis (when using).

How do they want to be seen by others: His conditioning makes him crave being desirable, being sexy. He truly wants to be someone people want to be around.

 How do they see themselves: He sees himself as some used toy that will just be thrown out when he stops delivering results in some way, and if he cannot be liked in some way (either as a fuck or a funny face), he isn’t meant to be with anyone. Be useful, or don’t bother.

 How are they seen by others: To his clients he is perfection in every sense of the word. To those he works for he is moot. To others, he is the drug addict prostitute who is sometimes funny. To those that matter, he is more.

 Strongest character trait: His funny outlook and his truly giving soul.

 Weakest character trait: His desperation for approval and use to others that can remove from his individuality and growth.

 How competitive are they: He has only ever known being in competition with others, however that may be, and so he will compete to his dying breath to be better than those around him who have always been made out to be more than he ever will be.

 Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider: He is extremely rash and will make decisions fast without deliberating them.

 How do they react to praise: He grins really big and flaps his hands in what he calls ‘happy hands’. He usually squeals too and jumps around. He does not know how to handle it in a mature manner.

                                                           How do they react to criticism: He silently takes it, and he usually disassociates for a while afterwards beyond what can be helped.

 What is their greatest fears: His mother. His pimp. Heavy rings. Anything hot. Unfamiliar/unwanted touch.

What are their biggest secrets: His HIV diagnosis. His past.

 What is their philosophy of life: You live and you die, try and make someone happy in between.

 When was the last time they cried: One of his clients had whacked him across the face while working, and to feel it from someone else made him start sobbing. He had been put back onto the street without pay. This was two days ago.

 What haunts them: His childhood.

 What are their political views: He is extremely left leaning.

 What will they stand up for: Human rights. He especially stands for gender equality, and eradication of homophobia, and mental health stigma, as these directly pertain to him.

 Who do they quote: Generally pop culture and memes/vines.

 Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy: He loves nature and being outside, he considers wooded areas and open fields as his happy place.

 What is their sinful little habit: Heroin/drinking/smoking.

 What sense do they most rely on: Touch and sight.

 How do they treat people better than them: He grovels and submits generally.

 How do they treat people worse than them: He feels no one is worse than him.

 What quality do they most value in a friend: Patience and wit.

 What do they consider an overrated virtue: Ambition.

 If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be: His constant need for usefulness.

 What is their obsession: The internet and plants.

 What are their pet peeves: Virtue signalling.

 What are their idiosyncrasies: Always having to be busy. Night owl. Always alert. His sinful habits having a schedule that he has to abide by.

 Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of: Very small. His mother and him. He does not know anyone else, except for the many men she fucked and forgot about.

 What is their perception of family: Maybe if he had been dealt better cards he would have a higher opinion of it. As it is, it’s entirely overrated and he cannot understand why anyone would give a single fuck about it.

 Describe their best friend: She’s from a gardening club member who always has sweets for him every week and laughs at all of his jokes. She’s so easy to be around and happy-go-lucky that that cant help but be rubbed off on him while around her. She is always the highlight of his Tuesdays, and he is always extremely saddened to leave her. He feels he owes her nothing but all he already is.

 Ideal best friend: Everything his best friend is.

 Describe their other friends: He doesn’t really consider his fellow workers as friends, and if they were they would be surface level and wholly supportive of the profession they are in.

 Describe their acquaintances: Generally he cannot relate to others and empathise, and this makes it extremely difficult to even become acquaintances.

 Who are their natural allies: His fellow workers.

 Who are their surprising allies: Some of his clients.

 Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child: He had a childlike innocence while a baby, but he grew up very fast living in the kind of household he was. He acted out often and was extremely bitter and angry from a young age. He didn’t understand what his own brain was, and acted out in physical aggression often as a result of everything.

 Did they grow up rich or poor: They had some money, but his mother basically never spent it on anything but herself.

 Did they grow up nurtured or neglected: He was extremely neglected and abused as a child.

 What is the most offensive thing they ever said: He left his mother a note when he left in the night saying simply, ‘fuck you’.

 What is their greatest achievement: He helped another child at school who was going through similar things as him and gave him someone who would listen.

 What was their first kiss like: The boy who he had been helping had begun getting attractions to him and vice versa, and they had been walking down the street at night on their way to the boys house after sharing a joint in the park when the boy had stopped him, before thrusting him against the wall beside them and passionately kissing him. It had frightened him at first, but it felt so right and so beautiful that he couldn’t stop. This truly showed Jameson what he was afraid of at the time: he was gay.

 What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved: He took it too far with the boy, then being boyfriends, while they were making love the first time, doing some of the things he had learnt from his mother and the many men she had let into the house. He had hurt him, and he had begged for Jameson to stop and he had immediately. Jameson had burst into tears and the other boy was already crying. They hugged it out and the boy had reassured him it was okay, but he never truly forgave himself for it.

 What are their ambitions: Ambitions are for the privileged.

 What advice would they give their younger self: Do not ever believe you deserve the bad things that have happened to you.

 What smells remind them of their childhood: Wood stoves and the dust of the school broom cupboards.

 What was their childhood ambition: To be working in medicine in some way.

 What is their best childhood memory: His first kiss.

 What is their worst childhood memory: There are too many to count, but he would say when his mother locked him in a cupboard when she finally found out his sexuality, shoving only gluten-containing food in and not allowing him access to a bathroom. His coeliac made him incredibly sick from the food and what he did as a result began to fill the space. She was spun during this, and forgot he was in there for at least two days, in which he used the rest of his phone battery to message his boyfriend to get him out. Their relationship was entirely forbidden by his boyfriends parents as well, and the both of them never went back home.

 Did they have an imaginary childhood friend: He had many to try and escape his reality.

 When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment: When his favourite show ended; a needed distraction from the abstract dystopia his day-to-day was.

 What past act are they most ashamed of: When he went too far and hurt his boyfriend.

 What past act are they most proud of: His decision to not go home, despite not seeing much reprieve of the horrors life can present.

 Has anyone ever saved their life: His boyfriend saved him from dying in that cupboard, and he jumped in front of the bullet that ended him.

 Strongest childhood memory: He remembers distinctly the moment one of his mother’s men had been stabbed by her. He had hidden in his room at the sound of struggle, and then had heard his name being called. He had cautiously made his way to her, seeing her out of breath and very obviously tweaking. She had shockingly hugged him, and she had looked down at him and said the following words, “Mummy loves her little boy. Please, don’t ever make mummy mad enough. She just can’t help herself…”

He then remembers being sent to stay at his boyfriends place when a bunch of policemen came to the house, and he later found out his mother had been arguing with the man over her many charged felonies, and about whether he should be taken from her care. Jameson didn’t know the man had cared, and then he was gone. He remembers never sleeping with his back to the door after that, and reading up on in secret ways to defend against a knife attack.

 Love

Do they believe in love at first sight: With his mental state, he subscribes more to the notion of latch at first sight.

 Are they in a relationship: He was right before the beginning of the book, with his first from school. His name was Sedik Mahlunga.

 What is their sexuality: Entirely and unapologetically gay!

 How do they behave in a relationship: Each meaningful relationship he has is under critical lens, as he doesn’t trust others to not hurt him. It takes an extremely long time for him to not be cold and hostile to others, and as of yet he really has only had two good relationships with people. He is extremely giving and compassionate with those he deems as good, loving within an inch of his life.

 When did you character last have sex: He has sex every single day on the job.

 What sort of sex do they have: He does not have any identity of his own on this front; he does whatever the other person wants, and that’s it. This can range from gentle to incredibly violent to labile to kinky.

 Has your character ever been in love: He was and still is entirely in love with Sedik, and it kills him that that had to be taken so quickly.

 Have they ever had their heart broken: When Sedik was murdered.

 Conflict

How do they respond to a threat: He is numb to some threats now, but he always badly disassociates afterwards.

 Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue: He has been conditioned to physically defend himself when the need arises, and sometimes when it doesn’t. This is something he is trying to unlearn.

 What is your character’s kryptonite: Mention of his mother’s/pimp’s name. While typically doesn’t fully break down, his adrenaline propels him for the rest of the day.

 If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be: From their childhood home, his phone, and the brothel, his boyfriend.

 How do they perceive strangers: Fuck or threat.

 What do they love to hate: Many religious groups for their discriminatory teachings.

 What are their phobias: His mother. His pimp. Heavy rings. Anything hot. Unfamiliar/unwanted touch.

 What is their choice of weapon: He uses whatever is available to him at the time. His own fists are only good to defend, and sometimes not even that much, and he must make do.

 What living person do they most despise: His mother.

 Have they ever been bullied or teased: He wasn’t very well liked by those he hurt in school, but he was never really bullied and he was considered a popular boy.

 Where do they go when they’re angry: A wooded area off to the side of a park that’s close to his brothel. He feels calm here, and free.

 Who are their enemies and why: The other workers as they are always in constant competition with one another to be the most valuable.

 Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job: Sex worker.

 What do they think about their current job: He enjoys it to a degree, but he also doesn’t know anything else, and he doesn’t know how much he could enjoy other work.

 What are their hobbies: He enjoys writing and listening to Broadway plays in his spare time and outdoor activities such as gardening and nature walks. He has not had much time to fully broaden his horizons with all the hobbies one could acquire by his age.

 Educational background: He completed Grade 12 and did poorly.

 Intelligence level: He doesn’t lack intelligence, but he hasn’t been given the proper tools to let this show.

 Do they have a natural talent for something: He’s incredibly good at remembering things and can recite whole movies on the spot with added music and sound effects.

 What is their socioeconomic status: He is living in near squalor.

 Favourites

What is their favourite animal: Porcupines.

 Which animal do they dislike the most: Horses.

 What place would they most like to visit: South Africa so he can see his boyfriends home firsthand.

 What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen: His boyfriend when he broke him from the cupboard.

 What is their favourite song: Soldier, Poet, King.

 Music, art, reading preferred: Broadway-style and Singer-Songwriter/cartoony/comedy and young adult fiction.

 What is their favourite colour: Yellow, and rainbow~

 What is their password: GayRights69.

 Favourite food: Anything sweet! He especially likes chocolates, gluten-free muffins and ice cream.

 What is their favourite work of art: David statue.

 Who is their favourite artist: Vivziepop.

 What is their favourite day of the week: Tuesday.

 Possessions

What is in their fridge: He shares a fridge with seven other workers, and the only things that are his are the gluten-free items and some of the vodka. Most of the food is provided, but he has to go out of his way with his condition to get safe options.

 What is on their bedside table: He didn’t take much from his house, and all he keeps on it is his phone, a picture of him and his boyfriend, condoms, cigarettes, bags of heroin, and the ring he had bought to propose with with his first month’s pay. Most of his pay goes directly to his pimp, and it took him that long not buying anything else and finding one of the cheapest available.

 What is in their car: He has never learned to drive.

 What is in their bin: General rubbish and condom wrappers.

 What is in their purse or wallet: Money, condoms, library card, cigarettes, his dealer’s card, illegal prescription pain killers, pictures of him and Sedik, and his gardener membership card.

 What is in their pockets: Condom/wrappers, at least one emergency sweet for when his energy dips, wrappers, loose tips, and his phone.

 What is their most treasured possession: His pictures of him and Sedik.

 Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel: Sedik, but his cynical side says it’s the drugs.

 Do they believe in the afterlife: If there is, which he doubts, he believes he’s going straight to Hell.

 What are their religious views: He rejects religion for himself personally, and doesn’t mind some religions on there own, but the people and how they advocate for them ruins the entire thing for him.

 What do they think heaven is: A lie people tell themselves to justify their sometimes abhorrent behaviour to others.

 What do they think hell is: The world we were all set to endure.

 Are they superstitious: Not particularly.

 What would they like to be reincarnated as: A prophylactic.

 How would they like to die: In a timely fashion.

 What is your character’s spirit animal: He doesn’t believe in such things.

 What is their zodiac sign: Pisces.

 Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person: Keep them from being who they are.

 What is their view of ‘freedom’: To live unapologetically and love without restraint.

 When did they last lie: When he told his last client that he was feeling up to providing his service a day ago.

 What’s their view of lying: His whole life has been a lie he’s struggled to keep, and he’s never known that truth is best, so he’s comfortable and content in this way.

 When did they last make a promise: A day ago, when he promised his client that they were in for a night beyond what they could ever comprehend.

 Did they keep or break their last promise: More or less kept.

 Daily life

What are their eating habits: Right now he eats whatever he can that is keeping with his allergies. He relies heavily on sugary foods. He doesn’t enjoy fatty foods generally and eats greens when he has access to them, but sugar is definitely an issue with him.

 Do they have any allergies: He has Coeliac Disease.

 Describe their home: He lives in a brothel with seven other girls. This is defined as a relatively moderately sized shed in their pimp’s backyard, with seven tiny rooms and a small common area where they all congregate when not working, this including an extremely small kitchen. Any other ‘luxuries’, they have to pay their pimp in ‘favours’ to receive, and they are held in his house, such as watching TV and taking showers. He tries to spend as much time as he can out of the brothel, but he cannot go very much further than the yard most times when not working, and he would rather not be in the yard by himself where his pimp could punish him.

 Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder: He doesn’t own a lot of stuff.

 What do they do first thing on a weekday morning: He has a morning smoke and brews some tea.

 What do they do on a Sunday afternoon: He likes to take walks once he’s off work, and drinks a hot chocolate once he’s back. He usually rests after this; he never has any energy, and his job, habits, and illnesses take the last of it he has.

 What do they do on a Friday night: He gets totally wasted, abusing heroin and drinking until he physically can’t anymore, almost always ending in him passing out in a puddle of his own sick face down on the floor.

 What is the soft drink of choice: Creaming Soda.

 What is their alcoholic drink of choice: Vodka mainly.

 Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype: Jester/Lover.

 Who is their hero: Sedik.

 What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween: Angel Dust.

 Are they comfortable with technology: He is perfectly comfortable and even excels generally.

 If they could save one person, who would it be: Sedik, no questions asked. Thus far, there is no one in this world he cares about more than him.

 If they could call one person for help, who would it be: Sedik.

 What is their favourite proverb: It is what it is.

 What is their greatest extravagance: His sinful habits undoubtedly, most of his waning money is spent on these things.

 What is their greatest regret: Not doing anything as Sedik took the bullet for him. He was sick from the drugs and what had occurred before, and was barely aware of what was going on, but remembers extremely clearly the sound of the gun, and then Sedik crumpling in front of him.

 What is their perception of redemption: When they give no reason for you to doubt their words.

 What would they do if they won the lottery: He would leave the country and start over somewhere else, somewhere his mother and his pimp can’t find him.

 What is their favourite fairytale: He never learnt any fairy tales as a kid, and doesn’t bother with them as an adult.

 Do they believe in happy endings: He desperately wants to believe, and there is some semblance of faith still in him believes it truly can be.

 What is their idea of perfect happiness: Being free.

 What would they ask a fortune teller: If Sedik is at peace.

 If your character could travel through time, where would they go: He would travel to where ‘flower power’ was just coming into the public eye, and aid in the protests and rallies going on at the time.

 What sport do they excel at: He doesn’t really do much in the way of sports, but he does take walks.

 What sport do they suck at: Most honestly, he’s not a well person.

 If they could have a superpower, what would they choose: The power of invisibility.

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Elijah Phillip Rizzo (Gang 1)

Basic Character Questions

First name?: Elijah.

 Surname?: Rizzo.

 Middle names?: Philip.

 Nicknames: Eli, Ja Ja, Italian Sherlock, Eagle.

 Date of birth?: 30 May 1986.

 Age?: 34.

 Physical / Appearance

Height?: 158cm.

 Weight?: 84kg.

 Build?:  Slightly toned but mostly average.

 Hair colour?: Black with some grey patches.

 Hair style?: Hugh Grant style.

 Eye colour?: Cognac.

 Eye Shape?: Hooded.

 Glasses or contact lenses?: Glasses.

 Distinguishing facial features?: Defined cheek bones. Inverted triangle shape. Facial hair.

 Which facial feature is most prominent?: Cheek bones.

 Which bodily feature is most prominent?: His limp.

 Other distinguishing features?: Scars on his face/hands/torso/legs. Right glass eye. Missing fingers.

 Skin?: Scars. Brown skin tone. Rough.

 Hands?: Missing fingers. Paler palms. Palm scars.

 Scars?: Scars on his face/hands/legs/torso.

 Birthmarks?: Pinkish patch on back of neck.

 Tattoos?: Detailed compass on the inside of his left wrist (coloured).

 Physical handicaps?: Limp. Missing fingers. Glass eye.

 Type of clothes?: On job: Charcoal twill storm system bespoke car coat. White dress shirt. Black dress pants. Pinstripe tie. Black fedora with feather. Comfortable black leather boots. Black silk gloves. Christian cross necklace. Silice.

 How do they wear their clothes?: They dress neatly in public, especially in work, but is more casual at home, most times looking bedraggled from the constant stress.

 What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc): Comfortable black leather boots while in public. Plain white socks while home. Boots worn but sturdy. He has multiple of the same type of boots. Feet leathery, perpetually sore.

 Race / Ethnicity?: Italian.

 Mannerisms?: Has Australian colloquialisms and slight Australian accent, but mostly Italian. Dark sense of humour. Mostly stoic. Slight stutter. Sometimes cannot think of English words.

 Are they in good health?: They have high blood pressure, and PTSD.

 Do they have any disabilities?: Limp. Missing eye. Missing fingers. High blood pressure. PTSD.

 Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse?: General army sayings mostly.

 Do they have a catchphrase?: Houston, that’s your problem.

 Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?: They struggle to remain optimistic, but tries to be.

 Are they introverted or extroverted?: Introverted mainly. Somewhat of a shut-in.

 Do they ever put on airs?: He vents when he drinks, and so he avoids drinking until he feels he cannot take it any longer.

 What bad habits do they have?: Smoking. Swearing in inappropriate situations. Putting his cigarette between his fingers to create a makeshift middle finger. Joking in inappropriate situations.

 What makes them laugh out loud?: His humour runs between overly childish to darkly mature.

 How do they display affection?: Small physical gestures, like squeezing hands.

 Mental handicaps?: PTSD. Depression.

 How do they want to be seen by others?: A mix of the silent and strong and a positive influence.

 How do they see themselves?: He sees himself as made of darkness, and he doesn’t want anyone else to see this. He desperately wants to regain the happy-go-lucky person he was before his army stint, and so tries to be as optimistic as he possibly can.

 How are they seen by others?: Cold and formulaic. Stoic. Emotionally aloof.  Unpleasant yet strangely infectious.

 Strongest character trait?: His problem solving and ability to put aside emotions for facts.

 Weakest character trait?: His desperation to remain optimistic that can get in the way of remaining in the moment.

 How competitive are they?: He generally lets his actions and work speak for themselves rather than asserting for validation.

 Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider?: Take time with his work, but is prone to snap decisions outside of work.

 How do they react to praise?: They remain stoic on the outside but inwardly love it.

 How do they react to criticism?: They remain stoic again, and usually has a smoke afterwards to ponder it.

 What is their greatest fear?: Anything happening to his family, or Private.

 What are their biggest secrets?: He never killed anyone in combat.

 What is their philosophy of life?: No matter the blackness in your soul, only put out light into the world.

 When was the last time they cried?: The last time he drank, which was months ago.

 What haunts them?: His time on the battlefield.

 What are their political views?: Generally middle-based, more left leaning.

 What will they stand up for?: Everyone’s right to justice.

 Who do they quote?: His drill Sargent.

 Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?: More indoorsy.

 What is their sinful little habit?: Smoking.

 What sense do they most rely on?: Touch and smell.

 How do they treat people better than them?: He treats everyone with equal respect, except for people who hurt others in any way.

 How do they treat people worse than them?: He treats everyone with equal respect, except for people who hurt others in any way.

 What quality do they most value in a friend?: Honesty and compassion.

 What do they consider an overrated virtue?: Courage. Courage disabled him.

 If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?: His need for approval of his character.

 What is their obsession?: Cartoons.

 What are their pet peeves?: Needless negativity.

 What are their idiosyncrasies?: Rising early. Constant tidiness. Perpetual attention. Always at attention in some way. Self-flagellation.

  Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of?: Big family, but only he, his parents and three younger siblings immigrated to Australia. His mother, his father, two younger sisters, and a younger brother.

 What is their perception of family?: He makes an effort to keep in contact with them all, and he has a very good relationship with them all. His family are the ones that mean most to him.

 Do they have siblings? Older or younger?: Two younger sisters and a younger brother (Bella, Luna, and Mattia).

 Describe their best friend.: He doesn’t have one yet.

 Ideal best friend?: One who can make him feel happy, not just exude it. One who will stand by him through everything. One who he can trust and rely on. One that makes him comfortable to be himself.

 Describe their other friends.: Right now he only has work friends, and they are mainly surface level.

 Describe their acquaintances: He considers baristas at local coffee shops to be his acquaintances as they are some of the only people he sees on a regular basis other than work friends.

 Do they have any pets?: He has a blond fox terrier named Private.

 Who are their natural allies?: His colleagues.

 Who are their surprising allies?: The people he works for.

 Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child?: He was a giggly ball of energy for the longest time. He matured once he got to high school, especially once they immigrated to Australia, as he saw himself responsible of getting his baby sister through the ordeal, who was the only sibling he had at the time.

 Did they grow up rich or poor?: They were fairly well off, not breaching either term.

 Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?: There was no neglect nor abuse, but they weren’t particularly sheltered.

What is the most offensive thing they ever said?: He developed quite a degrading sense of humour in the army, and would constantly say discriminatory things to everyone he deemed beneath him. He grew out of this.

 What is their greatest achievement?: Obtaining his Associate Degree in Criminology.

 What was their first kiss like?: He had his first kiss while on a movie date with his then girlfriend, it started as nervous and shaky, but evolved into a make out session filled with passion.

 What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?: After returning home after his deployment, he hit his girlfriend while having a flashback, and the relationship ended up terminating as his aggression was too much for her to handle. This is why he tries so hard to be better now.

 What are their ambitions?: At this point in his life, he doesn’t aspire to be anymore than what he already is. All he desires to do is to get through life as best he can.

 What advice would they give their younger self?: Don’t be a hero.

 What smells remind them of their childhood?: The smell of spaghetti cooking and the smell of rain in the winter.

 What was their childhood ambition?: To be like those heroes he saw on tv, to really make a difference in the world like they did.

 What is their best childhood memory?: Coming home from school everyday to his baby sister being so excited to see him, and getting to play with her and be almost as much a parent as their actual parents were.

 What is their worst childhood memory?: Learning what death was when he found out his favourite teacher had been murdered by her ex wife. This started his interest in forensics and justice.

 Did they have an imaginary childhood friend?: It was more like he pretended actual objects were people and he had a rock collection he acted was his fan club for when he was a big hero in the future.

 When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment?: When his relationship ended up terminating a few months ago.

 What past act are they most ashamed of?: The night his fiancée left him, when he had gotten outrageously drunk and had broken down, throwing things around the room and trashing their flat, screaming for Reggie to duck. He had thrown a vase at her and had cut her badly, and she packed her things and left him, leaving him to wake in the morning on the floor with a trashed flat, and his fiancée gone with no recollection of what happened apart from a voice message she had left him at a pay phone. This was the last time he drank.

 What past act are they most proud of?: As much as he regrets it, he is proud of taking the brunt of the explosion for his mate Reggie on the battlefield. They were sneaking past enemy lines to try and free some Iraqi girls they had befriended, and in doing so they had been target for concentrated attack. But while he is proud of his actions and showing of morale, he is also ashamed that they had captured Reggie, thus making his actions basically nought. He never saw him again, and the only way he wasn’t captured as well was the girls dragging him to safety. For all he knows Reggie is still being held prisoner.

 Has anyone ever saved their life?: The Iraqi girls who dragged him to safety when he and Reggie had gone to rescue them. And plenty of his mates had taken literal bullets for him during their deployment.

Strongest childhood memory?: Immigrating to Australia. He remembers being woken up late at night to be told his father had been told to station there with the Carabinieri, and he remembers excitedly packing his things with drooping, sleepy eyes, wondering about the new possibilities he would be faced with. He remembers being able to sit first class on their way over, eating his first croissant (it was filled with gooey chocolate and topped with sweet raspberries). He remembers being carried to their new temporary accommodations after not sleeping the whole trip over, and then proceeding to sleep for a straight 16 hours.

 Love

Do they believe in love at first sight?: Not particularly; he feels there needs to be an intimate connection beforehand for the love to actually be meaningful.

 Are they in a relationship?: He recently broke up with fiancée, and is looking more for companionship rather than an actual relationship.

 What is their sexuality?: He’s not really sure; he’s had girlfriends before, but he feels he like men as well. He’s not overtly sexual (he does have sex and will passionately do so when in the moment, but his libido is low at all other times).

 How do they behave in a relationship?: He finds himself acting rather awkwardly no matter how long he has been with the person, and he behaves pleasantly until he’s been drinking, which is a major problem for him that he is now trying to fix by not touching the stuff.

 When did you character last have sex?: He picked up a stripper from a local bar not long after his breakup and took them to his flat to pay them for their trouble.

 What sort of sex do they have?: It’s usually rough and violent. It’s what could be considered orthodox.

 Has your character ever been in love?: He considered himself to have been, but he sometimes wonders, if he really had been, why had he ended up hurting them? He hadn’t wanted to, but why did it take just drinking for that to come out? It must have been waiting under the surface. He hates himself for this.

 Have they ever had their heart broken?: His first girlfriend had been told by her parents to break up with him as they didn’t want her to be around him. He used his first cigarette afterwards.

 Conflict

How do they respond to a threat?: Mostly he tries to stay level-headed, but certain situations leave him terrified and unable to think or act rationally.

 Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?: Mostly he fights with his words, but tends to react physically when those he cares about are put into question.

 What is your character’s kryptonite?: His family, most notably his siblings.

 If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be?: From his childhood home, his siblings, and from his current flat, his dog Private.

 How do they perceive strangers?: He tries to see them as potential friends, but truthfully sees them as potential threats.

 What do they love to hate?: America ( in a playful way).

 What are their phobias?: Waking up back on the battlefield. Loud noises. Anything approaching him fast.

What is their choice of weapon?: Beretta Model 1915-19 pistol.

 What living person do they most despise?: The man to have set off the grenades that disabled him.

 Have they ever been bullied or teased?: He was lightly teased for his accent when he attended the rest of his primary schooling and his secondary schooling.

 Where do they go when they’re angry?:  To a park close to his flat where he turns up music loud and runs along the path, always leading to the gym.

 Who are their enemies and why?: Many of his clients view him as an enemy, as he can be what gets them in jail.

  Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job?: Forensic Criminologist.

 What do they think about their current job?: It’s a meaningful passion to him, but it can be rather stressful.

 What are some of their past jobs?: He had an eight year stint in the army, and then worked as a barista and a janitor while studying criminology in university.

 What are their hobbies?: He enjoys drawing and working with paints. He enjoyed training his dog to be a serviceable disability working dog. He enjoys dead lifting and going on runs with Private.

 Educational background?: He started school in Italy and then continued with it until Grade 12 while in Australia, and then undertook study in Criminology at the University of Queensland.

 Intelligence level?: He is highly intelligent, as evidenced by his career achievements.

 Do they have any specialist training?: The History of Crime and Abnormal Psychology.

 Do they have a natural talent for something?: He’s incredibly skilled at painting and drawing, and he uses this to his advantage by selling them at some markets and conventions.

 Do they play a sport? Are they any good?: He enjoys dead lifting and running, and he’s very good at it.

 What is their socioeconomic status?: Middle upper class.

Favourites

What is their favourite animal?: Goats, especially the ones with the biggest horns, and deer.

 Which animal to they dislike the most?: Any type of snake.

 What place would they most like to visit?: He would like to go back to his hometown, Treviso someday.

 What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?: His baby sister being brought home for the first time.

 What is their favourite song?: Bernadette (IAMX).

 Music, art, reading preferred?: Music: Electronic dance and jazz. Art: Realistic paintings and cartoon-y style. Reading: Mystery and thriller.

 What is their favourite colour?: Orange.

 What is their password?: The combination to his old school locker.

 Favourite food: Anything gluten-containing, and anything green. He’s not generally a picky eater, but really the only thing he won’t stand are frozen meals, reminding him too much of MRE’s.

 What is their favourite work of art?: The Creation of Adam.

 Who is their favourite artist?: Michelangelo.

 What is their favourite day of the week?: Thursday.

  Possessions

What is in their fridge: It’s stocked with fruit and vegetables mainly, and other general items.

 What is on their bedside table?: A digital clock, a picture of him in his army uniform, a pocket watch his dad gave to him, letters his family sent him while in combat, his current book, a pack of cigarettes, his cilice, prescription pain killers, and his phone.

 What is in their car?: He keeps his car rather clean, but does have some old coffee cups in there along with a cross hanging by his mirror that he touches every time before driving and some old CD’s.

 What is in their bin?: Rubbish, failed notes and sketches.

 What is in their purse or wallet?: Money, driver’s license, debit card, his work ID, a pack of cigarettes, some chewing gum wrappers, other’s business cards, lip balm, over-the-counter pain killers, caffeine patches.

 What is in their pockets?: His phone, a pack of cigarettes, chewing gum wrappers, spare change.

What is their most treasured possession?: The family letters sent to him while in combat.

 Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel?: He considers Reggie, his younger sister Bella, and Private to be.

Do they believe in the afterlife?: He believes in Heaven and Hell.

 What are their religious views?: He has Christian faith.

 What do they think heaven is?: Whatever Heaven would be to the specific person, exactly what it is they’ve always wanted. A perfect version of their happy place. For him this would be back in his home town with his family.

 What do they think hell is?: Whatever Hell would be to the specific person, exactly what they can’t stand. For him this would be him trying to escape from enemy lines, having to disabled over and over again.

 Are they superstitious?: Not really.

 What would they like to be reincarnated as?: He fancies the idea of coming back as a deer stag.

 How would they like to die?: Either to die of old age, or murdered on the job. He would more than happy to give his life for justice.

 What is your character’s spirit animal?: A woodpecker that he repeatedly hallucinated seeing on the battlefield, native to Italy but nowhere to be found in Afghanistan. It gave him the strength to keep going, to one day be able to see one in person again.

 What is their zodiac sign?: Gemini.

 Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?: Take away their dignity.

 What is their view of ‘freedom’?: To do as the white male can. They are free in most every aspect of life, and while there are some things that shouldn’t be tolerated from anyone no matter what race, he sees freedom as everyone having the same right as ‘the desirables’.

 When did they last lie?: When he told Bella he had been cutting back on his smoking on their biweekly phone call a few weeks back.

 What’s their view of lying?: He wishes to be seen as such a beacon of positivity that he would rather lie to keep that charade up. He hates how many times he has been the cause of other’s pain, and even for smaller things, he never wants to be the one to make someone hurt if he can possibly help it.

 When did they last make a promise?: He promised the last victim of the crime he was working on that he would do everything he could to make sure they got the proper justice they deserved.

 Did they keep or break their last promise?: He was successful in testifying against the criminal, and getting the victim the appropriate treatment and help.

 Daily life

What are their eating habits?: He eats cleanly on most days and has a cheat day on Thursday.

 Do they have any allergies?: He gets hay-fever and gets sinus infections easily.

 Describe their home: His flat is a very good size and is kept mostly clean except for his study, which is always chaotic as this is where he brings all his case work when he goes home. He decorates conservatively, but does have some personal flares around the flat, such as framed TV show posters in his lounge area, some assorted knick-knacks on the kitchen counter, plush pillows on his lounge etc.

 Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder?: He’s more minimalist than clutterer, but he’s not really either.

 What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?: He prays on the floor and applies his cilice.

 What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?: This is the time he sets aside for his artwork, and so goes to his tiny studio to paint/draw.

 What do they do on a Friday night?: He goes to the gym for an hour, jogs home, takes a shower, and makes dinner, eating it in front of the TV and heading into his study to pour over his work from the week.

 What is the soft drink of choice?: Lemonade.

 What is their alcoholic drink of choice?: He tries not to drink, but Rum and Coke, or White Liquor.

 Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype?: The Caregiver/The Optimist.

 Who is their hero?: His dad.

 What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween?: The Cat in the Hat (lol).

 Are they comfortable with technology?: He has to be with his job.

 If they could save one person, who would it be?: Bella.

 If they could call one person for help, who would it be?: His work friend, ‘Dr’ Michelle Rodney.

 What is their favourite proverb?: Far d’una mosca un elefante (To make an elephant out of a fly).

 What is their greatest extravagance?: He likes to live modestly, but it would be all of his art supplies and his studio.

 What is their greatest regret?: His army stint.

 What is their perception of redemption?: When the actions speak louder than their words. Talk is cheap and tell nothing of disposition.

 What would they do if they won the lottery?: Take a trip first class back to his hometown to spend a few months with his family, and Private would have only the best toys and treats~

 What is their favourite fairytale?: The Three Billy Goats Gruff.

 What fairytale do they hate?: The Little Mermaid.

 Do they believe in happy endings?: The idea of happily ever after doesn’t really exist, and while he accepts that once you’ve gotten that ‘fairy tale ending’ things will most probably never be that happy again, it also doesn’t have to be downhill from there. A large part of happiness is what you make, and waiting for the hill to slope in the sun is sometimes as bad as tumbling down it in the dark. Every day counts, and right now he hopes his best day isn’t for years to come.

 What is their idea of perfect happiness?: Where he is adapted to his new physical circumstances to where it’s like he’s not disabled at all, where he can think back on his stint and not panic, with his family, with Private, living in peace at last.

 What would they ask a fortune teller?: Did Reggie ever escape, and is there any chance of him meeting someone and not fucking it up?

 If your character could travel through time, where would they go?: He would go back to before he left his family and hold them a little bit longer. Get their scent to hold stronger in his nose for when he would later need that reassurance.

 What sport do they excel at?: Deadlifting.

 What sport do they suck at?: Swimming.

 If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?: To be instantly competent at everything he attempts first try.

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