——{gugu mbatha-raw, 36, cis female, she/hers} || thora carstairs is a mutant with the ability of poison generation. they’ve been in new york for thirty-six years where they spend most of their time as a florist & mercenary. when i think of them, i think of devil's ivy clinging comfortably around bookshelves and window frames, perfectly manicured and deep purple nails that come to a dull point, soft humming of an old and familiar lullaby. they are affiliated with no one.
inspirations: pamela isley/poison ivy (dc comics), sarah kerrigan/the queen of blades (starcraft), lucy (elfen lied), rosa diaz (brooklyn nine-nine), cosima nihaus (orphan black), eleven (stranger things), maeve millay (westworld).
task one.
name: thora olivia carstairs.
age/dob: 36 / december 8.
occupation: florist / mercenary.
mutation: poison generation.
sexuality: greyromantic ??sexual.
nationality: american.
languages spoken: english, spanish.
hair color: dark brown.
eye color: deep purple.
height: 5′4″.
build: lithe, athletic.
⸻ QUICK FACTS
triggers for abuse & experimentation.
the daughter of a respectable botanist, thora was raised with privilege ---or so you would imagine if you were an outsider looking in.
her father was obsessive about his work, favoring his plants over anything else. having published numerous papers and broken through his research field, he provided more than enough for the carstairs family. when they welcomed thora into their lives it was assumed it would be the happiest day of his life. in truth, his happiest day was receiving a scientific nomination for the nobel peace prize.
thora’s mother was unwell - a sickly woman who did her best to give all of her love to her daughter. when thora was six her mother passed away and the stress of her loss triggered the dormant mutant gene in thora.
there was absolutely no hiding what thora was: her eyes a beautiful deep purple, her flesh taking the slightest of green tints ( only seen in direct sunlight ), at first the slightest of leaf patterns appeared across her body as if they were scarified there, deepening with age. perhaps the most notable change ( especially to a father who took scientific interest in his child ) was her purple blood - or perhaps chlorophyll was more apt, as it was more closely related to that more than anything else.
her life became a living hell. private school within her home to keep her hidden away from people who wouldn’t understand her, and needle pricks at every given opportunity. her blood was toxic, her skin could secrete dangerous venoms when she felt threatened, her tears were poison. she was a weapon. she was a mutant.
day after day she was subjected to her father’s poking and prodding: skin samples taken and tested, blood drawn in glass vials with glass needles, bone marrow sampled ( a painful day she still remembers ). but she was isolated and utterly alone, no sweet mother to protect her from the whims of a father who saw her only as a subject and nothing more.
she withdrew into the greenhouse on her family’s expansive property. thora disdained her own interest in the scientific field, but found beauty and solace in flora and fauna - things that could not harm her, no matter how hard they tried. plants that relied on a gentle touch, her affections, sunlight.
she was almost eighteen when she snapped. twelve years of horrific experimentation and a lack of affection coming to a head; psychological conditioning to just take it churning in favor of fight or flight survival. despite his safety measures when handling her flesh, thora spit caustic venom at her father and melted through his suit ... and flesh.
perhaps where she should have been arrested or taken in somewhere, charles xavier stepped in. he found the girl - terrified and cautious - and offered her a refuge from the world. while she accepted the offer and while she was sheltered from a trial ( her father’s death was ruled an accident ) she never quite felt as if she belonged with xavier and his band of mutants.
thora moved back to her home estate ( formerly deserted but left to her in name ) when she was 23 and worked for two years to resuscitate the expansive gardens on her property.
currently she works as a florist, taking her passion public despite scrutinizing eyes. she has 0 interest in the brotherhood or xavier’s x-men, though recognizes her talents can be put to use one way or another.
⸻ LITTLE TIDBITS
has never has a physical or romantic relationship with anyone. she is attracted to intelligence and has yet to meet anyone that’s sparked her interest beyond general conversation.
her very touch can be weaponized, and thora will/has used secretions ( blood, spit ) to harm another.
her manor is set not far from xavier’s institute on it’s own impressive splay of land. most of the grounds have been converted into gardens in some fashion and it boasts a great number of greenhouses.
her father’s former laboratory has been quarantined off in the house. thora has no interest in that wing, let alone those rooms.
has no pets, but has a soft spot for creatures that are venomous, specifically.
APPEARANCE: at a first glance you might be forgiven to think she is entirely human, however anyone looking at her for a period of time will pick up on the mutation’s physical manifestations. this includes: a slight green tint to her skin ( most visible in direct sunlight ), deep but vibrant purple eyes, and a pattern of various leaf-shapes across her entire body ... part of her skin, and feeling like scarifications to anyone who touches her ( not that she’d really let them ). her blood is also a vibrant purple.
steven crain (the haunting of hill house), large image: kicking it off with the obvious, as steven shares a face with ira (though cleaner cut and with shorter hair), the physical differences are some of the most obvious between the two. ira holds a great deal of denial in his life for the way he was treated by his father as a child, though much of it is simply a lack of realization that he was ever mentally / emotionally abused in the first place. ira and steve are both more realistic with their outlooks on life, and prefer to rationalize out the situation at hand than face the obvious facts, when presented them. like steve, ira is steadfast to those he cares for, though unlike steve he is not much of a public speaker.
spike spiegel (cowboy bebop), small image 1: the main character of the science fiction anime, spike is aloof and carefree with seemingly no care for the trivialities in life. he shares this trait with ira, who can come across as very disconnected from issues that one might insist the importance of. spike laughs in the face of dangerous situations, though can be quite serious if specific topics are broached, and ira holds much of the same attitude. like spike, ira was burned by a past love that’s lead him to be more disinterested and otherwise disengaged from the romance aspect of things. fortunately unlike spike, ira made it past 27 years of age.
tim gutterson (justified), small image 2: dry in sense of humor and top notch in sarcasm, tim gutterson and ira share their often monotone expressions and voice. tim is known for giving his 2 cents on a topic, usually some comical innuendo that is otherwise unexpected and fully shares this humor with ira. tim’s unflinching sense of worth with his particular skill set rivals ira’s knowledge of human anatomy with his work where ira never second-guesses his talents. the two also share a mutual dislike of their fathers, “ at least you got to shoot your father. mine had the nerve to die before i got back from basic with skills and a loaded weapon. ”
the wolf (pulp fiction), small image 3: the main inspiration for ira as a character, the wolf is cool, calm, collected and classy in his brief appearance in the film. no-nonsense and business-minded, the wolf is unflappable with his task to clean up the car marvin was killed in and get jules and vincent out of their jamb. there’s always been the possibility of ira stepping into the world of the illegal, especially with his morally gray compass, where he’d conduct himself in a similar manner to the wolf - a neutral party paid a handsome fee for making people’s problems disappear.
will graham (hannibal), small image 4: sharing will graham’s dislike of social situations (and preference to be left the fuck alone, if given the choice) ira bears striking resemblances to the main character of the hannibal series in this vein. a genius in his own field (though less eclectic and troubled), ira admittedly took to the field he works in because of how little he would have to interact with the living. known for needing to charge his social battery before interactions, ira and will are one in the same when it comes to their lack of interest in others, notable in disappearing once that social battery hits 0 to retreat and relax.
raylan givens (justified), small image 5: the titular character of justified, the show tim gutterson also hails from, raylan is business-minded though doesn’t mind bending the rules to get his results. despite his station as a deputy us marshal, raylan is often operating in the land of the morally gray - which is where ira happily resides. his disinterest in questionable activity is obvious: so long as it doesn’t affect him directly. ira (like raylan) has no issue in voicing his opinion or unwilling participation in a matter. it’s all the field of moral ambiguity.
vash the stampede (trigun), small image 6: to those that know ira, however, he can be light-hearted and goofy - much like the last entry. vash attempts to see the good in people and things (not an ira quality) but conducts himself in a way that suggests he’s attempting to enjoy himself despite it (a very ira quality). when pressing matters are concerned, vash straightens his attitude out and becomes a connoisseur of handling it swiftly and professionally, with as little involvement from outside sources as possible —a quality he shares with ira evans as well.
FULL NAME : Léon Antonio Sepúlveda Castillo .
NICKNAME(S) : Lee .
NAME MEANING : Léon - lion , Antonio - Spanish form of Antonius , Sepúlveda - derived from the Spanish to bury , Castillo - Spanish cognate of castle .
AGE : 39 .
DATE OF BIRTH : October 24 , 1984 .
PLACE OF BIRTH : Mérida , Yucatan , Mexico .
CURRENT LOCATION : New York , New York , United States .
ETHNICITY : Mexican , Filipino .
GENDER : Cis man .
PRONOUNS : He / Him .
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual .
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Heteromantic .
RELIGION : Catholic , non - practicing but he is spiritual .
OCCUPATION : Gunsmith by trade , Capo for the Syndicate . Former US Army Specialist .
EDUCATION LEVEL : High school diploma , training provided by the United States Army . Lee has a certification and license to legally smith guns .
EXTRACURRICULAR : Fixing and tuning all sorts of vehicles including cars , trucks , and motorcycles . The occasional video game ... with a preference for arpg's ( he's been going hard at diablo iv , don't @ him ) and the occasional shooter . Social drinking .
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS : A modest 2 bedroom 1.5 bath house in Brooklyn . He uses the basement for his smithing work and his decor is simple . His house is clean , thankfully he's not a slob , but it looks very bare bones as far as personality goes .
FINANCIAL STATUS : Somewhere between upper middle class and low upper class . He has bills to pay , a kid to care for , and he's not particularly flashy with cash . He's had a few hospital bills that have taken a chunk of his savings , but he's doing all right .
SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT : His voice is a touch higher in tone than one might expect at a first glance of him , however it is by no means high . Lee has a California-Mexican accent ... which is to say , he was born in Mexico and raised for a good chunk of his life first in Tecate , Cali and later in Oakland . He never lost his accent , but it's not as thick as it once was when he lived in Mexico and spent time around family .
SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Spanish , English .
VOICECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.
FACECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .
HAIR COLOR AND STYLE : Dark brown , nearly black . The back and sides have a gradual fade shaved into them while the top is longer . He typically slick it back . He also sports a well - maintained beard around his chin , with scruff along the rest of his face .
COMPLEXION : Tan skin , without blemishes . However he does look a little older than he is .
EYE COLOR : Dark brown .
EYESIGHT : 20 / 20 .
HEIGHT : 6'3" .
WEIGHT : 193 lbs .
BODY AND BUILD : Lee is , for lack of a better descriptor , built like a brick shithouse . He's tall , broad , and muscular . He works out rigorously to keep in shape and has a carefully regimented diet to compliment his calorie and protein intake . All to say --- he's a large and physically imposing man .
TATTOOS : Tattoos cover his chest , his left bicep and forearm as well as his inner arm , and his right inner forearm . He has none on his back . They are all varying in personal meaning and aesthetic .
PIERCINGS : None presently . Ask him about the dare during service , though .
CLOTHING STYLE : Loose , worn jeans & old work boots , flannel shirts buttoned all the way up his neck but rolled to the quarter - sleeve , zip - up hoodies and fat silver rings adorning his fingers . A long and obnoxious wallet chain . A well - worn leather jacket .
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS : Oddly soft eyes that are disarming , but can turn fierce in an instant . Dog tags tucked often into his shirts . Neatly coiffed facial hair and slicked back hair .
SIGNATURE SCENT : Warm earth , crushed fall leaves , leather , nicotine , musk and regular - scented Old Spice .
HEALTH.
MENTAL DISORDER( S ) : Unaddressed PTSD . It's theorized he has some form of anger management issue , as well .
PHYSICAL DISORDER(S) : He has a torn rotator cuff ( left side ) he refuses to be seen for . As of right now , it's not an issue but gives him grief in colder weather .
ALLERGIES : Seasonal , mostly tree pollen .
SLEEPING HABITS : Stomach sleeper . Because of military conditioning he often goes 4 hours at a pop with a max of 6 .
EATING HABITS : A bit of a health nut . Lee is big on proteins and healthy meals , but indulges in red meat when he can . He loves a nice steak , and he'll swear by his mother's home made tamales .
SOCIABILITY : A bit of a chatty Cathy in the right settings , Lee is known to be serious with a streak of dark humor and sarcasm to him . If you're someone he's closer or more comfortable with he's hardly ever serious , but his delivery is mostly dry .
BODY TEMPERATURE : Lee naturally runs maybe a bit warmer than the average person .
ADDICTIONS : Nicotine and caffeine .
DRUG USE : Smoke a little weed when he was a teenager but quickly grew out of it .
ALCOHOL USE : Socially , but if he's going to indulge it's going to be with alcohol .
PERSONALITY.
POSITIVE TRAITS : Adaptable , attractive , challenging , charismatic , driven , detail - oriented , focused , passionate , precise , & thorough .
NEGATIVE TRAITS : Aggressive , brutal , destructive , dominating , flighty , malicious , narcissistic , sarcastic , unhinged , & vindictive .
LIKES : Guns , cigarettes , time alone but also social time , clubbing , his bike , cats , heavy summer rain and thunderstorms, autumn , black coffee , & women .
DISLIKES : Fake people , politics , kids ( loves his , doesn't like other people's ) , loud mouths , winter , hybrid cars , heights , romance films , country music , & emotional commitment .
FEARS : Heights .
HABITS : Smoker ( pack - a - day kind ) , excessive coffee - drinker , tends to bounce his leg when he's irritated .
GOALS AND AMBITIONS : To be a good father so his son and provide him a comfortable life .
ASTROLOGY : Scorpio , but miss him with astrology of any kind .
PERSONALITY TYPE : ESTP-A , Entrepreneur .
MORAL ALIGNMENT : Chaotic Neutral .
HOGWARTS HOUSE : Fuck JKR.
ELEMENT : Fire .
PRIMARY VICE : Lust , wrath .
PRIMARY VIRTUE : Diligence .
WEATHER : Heavy summer rain and thunderstorms .
COLOR : Dark purple and black .
MUSIC : Playlist .
MOVIE : Alien , Kill Bill .
BOOK : Ender's Game .
SPORT : No .
BEVERAGE : Coffee , Whiskey straight .
FOOD : Chicken and cheese tamale's , courtesy of his mom .
ANIMAL : Cats.
SEASON : Fall .
FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.
MOTHER : Laura Antonia Castillo Espinosa .
FATHER : Jaime Oscar Sepúlveda Montillo ( deceased ) .
SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Mariela Torres Jimenez ( fiancée , deceased ) .
BEST FRIEND : Open connection .
EXES : Lee has only ever had one night stands or flings / friends with benefits since Mariela passed away .
SIBLING(S) : Angelita Diana Sepúlveda Castillo ( sister , younger ) , Gabriel Diego Sepúlveda Castillo ( brother , younger ) .
CHILDREN : One son ( name tbd ) .
EXTENDED FAMILY : Mother of his son ( tbd ) .
PET(S) : Two calico cats from the same litter - Dottie and Henrietta ( Hattie ) .
⌕ . ˚ ⅋. 「 RYAN GOSLING. FORTY THREE. CIS MAN. HE/HIM. 」JACKSON "JACK" AMBROSE, otherwise known as TALBOT, joined the libertalia thirteen years ago as a PHANTOM. around libertalia, the PISCES has a reputation for being DRIVEN & DISCONNECTED perhaps because they're best known for recovery of the florentine diamond of which they are most proud. while preparing for a heist, they listen to LE PERV by CARPENTER BRUT. makes sense considering they remind me of: long and spidered scars covering spare flesh across the back, shoulders & chest; a mouth always busy with gum, toothpicks, or licking lips to keep fixation at bay ... to keep from lapsing into old habits; the dregs of a southern accent lost to the wages of time and purposely forgotten; && a switch flicked to turn on work mode, where humanity and emotion are dropped in lieu of efficiency in the vein of a job well done - nothing less than 100%.
triggers for military mention, child neglect, gambling && emotional / physical abuse.
one thing was incredibly clear to jack ambrose from the moment he could comprehend the hand that life had dealt him: nothing would come easy, and nothing would be worth the time if it was.
his mother always had the ability to making a decent living for her son and herself, but squandered all of her earnings on selfish means instead. she was certainly a beautiful woman: alluring both physically and with a wit sharp as a blade’s edge, but all of her attention had always been selfish. surely it was habit taught to her from a young age, something she never bothered to break before she involved herself in other human interactions, but it was likely her beauty and charm that had seduced the man who impregnated her - and the likes of his name were never so much as whispered around offspring. jack has never known the his name.
babies should be a joyous occasion, and yet alessia ambrose found a way to make it entirely self-involved. her body had to bear the pain, her child was what made everyone so pleased, her creation. anyone who dared to involve themselves in the mess of his mother’s life was sure to see how narcissistic the beautiful woman was, and yet no one pressed a finger onto the issue.
but such is the way of the world, so often are children abandoned to their fates.
he was a beautiful baby, but grew to be an awkward toddler, an awkward little boy. alessia made no attempt to hide her disgust at how her creation could be so gangly and ungainly, could stow away for hours with quiet toys that suggested knowledge more than play with other children. but perhaps that was for the better — she couldn’t very well brag and show up with something like him, her offerings would be meager in comparison to children who were the spitting images of their beautiful parents. simple genetics, the awkward transitional period of a child, were held against he who knew nothing of the world or such disgust from his mother. jack was six, and alessia ambrose was the love of his life. all mothers should be, for little boys.
but as he grew older, as his awareness developed, and as the blinders fell from his eyes jack became aware of his mother’s feelings. while he was utterly devoted to her, drew pictures of her at school or told stories about my mom and me, she was ashamed of his too-long legs and thin cheeks. his loss of innocence came across the dinner table ( boxed macaroni and cheese again, so mom could go out again for the night ), when he told her “ i love you, mommy ” and alessia heaved a sigh and responded with a perfunctory, “ yea. ”
grades meant nothing. educational achievements meant nothing. unconditional love from a child meant nothing, and jack began to realize that if he wanted something more than boxed macaroni and cheese for dinner every night ( if alessia even bothered to make it ) he would have to get it himself. however it wasn’t as simple as taking it — simply taking things earned him a swift but stern slap across the face and if he hadn’t learned in his younger years, jack surely understood alessia’s feelings with those.
he learned his charm from her, but it wasn’t easy being the odd child he was. still, with a desire to achieve, jack applied himself to the art of manipulation. he discovered it was simple with the charm of youth: people were more likely to assist if you added a few tears, a little naivety. his teachers began to understand his plight as home was difficult when he spun the yarn of his mother having become deathly ill. his peers found him appealing when he shared goods pilfered or traded from others ( without their knowledge for the former ), and the reputation he earned himself in his prime formed the personality that perfected at puberty.
while all of these tricks worked outside of the household, jack never managed to pull the wool over his mother’s eyes. but where unconditional love once stood in tolerance for alessia and her narcissism, now contempt remained. jack fell out of love with his mother at twelve, and never looked back.
on the summer at the end of his freshman year of high school jack left an odd-looking boy. in the fall of his sophomore year he returned transformed, as if the summer heat had been a chrysalis and the ugly caterpillar emerged a butterfly. now if you held up a picture of alessia ambrose beside jack you could see he was her child, all it took was a shot of growth hormone and the deepening of his voice. ice blue eyes were the stark difference between the two of them ( ignoring the blond hair that sprouted from his face if he didn’t tame it back to stubble every four or so days ), and alessia noted how much she despised the way he stared at her now. it made her skin crawl if only because it seemed as if he was looking through her.
and he was. now he saw her for what she was: a selfish woman who had only wanted him to brag about her own achievements. but he hadn’t been worth bragging about when he was small, and now that he towered over her she wanted him to be seen with him. but jack refused, perhaps a little too politely for her to understand at first, and it was only in a binge of some substance abuse that he took a stern hand with her. only when she struck him first out of a dead sleep — staring at him for near twenty minutes before lashing out at him. it was the threat of never touch me again that he punctuated so perfectly, threatening to hold back no means to defend himself should she raise another hand at him.
alessia mourned for herself the loss of her baby boy. all that was left was a man who was nothing more than a reminder of her failed relationships throughout the years. you’re just like them. you’re just like them.
but he was nothing like them. perhaps the only similarity being how much he despised her, as they all did in the end.
he finished high school unceremoniously, didn't bother to inform his mother when he graduated (the day, the time) and moved on with his life. she couldn't recall the last time she saw her son, but alessia understood that she never would again. and like so many wayward young men from broken homes, he'd sought a chance to make something of himself: the military.
boot camp, where drill sergeants shouted the smirk off of his face. then the navy, where he learned how to hold his breath for an incredible amount of time. then the SEALs, where he learned that his body was both softer and stronger than he'd ever imagined. breaching, combat, triage, whatever they needed of him and jack couldn't deny it. he excelled at the tasks he was given, specializing in the collection of information and specifically the reconnaissance involved with his specialized unit.
this was what captured the attention of the professor. initially hoping to acquire jack as an asset just a few years prior, he was required to finish a tour before he could formally be discharged from the military. at the age of thirty his CO shook his hand and once more jack disappeared from sight.
his skills with breaching came in handy. trading his name for talbot - trading military tact gear for private sector (as he liked to call it), trading existing formally in the world for more off-the-grid, his life changed. talents from his youth (pilfering from his classmates, sleight of hand) were polished and combined with the formal training the US military had provided ... talbot was a phantom, and a damn good one.
of his accomplishments under the professor's employ, talbot's primary distinction was the recovery of nelson's chelengsk: acquired with old connections and information, skill, and a bit of luck. presently he's pleased with his contract ... existing in a gray area where even his closest of "friends" only knows him by his alias, where he's been able to make much more of a life for himself than he ever would have if he'd stayed back home in the southern united states.
DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips, knitted brows
SUSPICION. arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS & COOPERATION. open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE. hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // hands on waist // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact //chest puffed up // shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent // closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with marker // smacking licking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION. short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw // grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
EYE COLOR : Hazel, leaning more toward soft green.
HAIR STYLE / COLOR : Light brown / very dark blond in certain lights. He styles it pushed back with a little swoop, and high.
HEIGHT : 5' 11"
CLOTHING STYLE : "Preppy” for the 80′s. Polo shirts or solid color sweaters and jeans, sweatpants, etc. Converse, Nike’s, tennis shoes, etc.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : His hair. Seriously, his hair. And his big, doofy smile, when it’s sincere and he’s very excited.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
FEARS : Loneliness, losing the people he cares about.
GUILTY PLEASURE : He actually enjoys the nerdy movies that Dustin got him into. He might not remember the names or finite details, but he dug Star Wars.
BIGGEST PET PEEVE : Snap judgments. Funny, coming from him, but he’s changed.
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : He kind of doesn’t have any right now, not anymore.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : ❝ No. ❞
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : It’s rolling thoughts, but how he appears to other people. Steve might seem like he’s very confident, but he really needs validation from his peers. Very self-conscious.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : What time he has to wake up for his work shift with time to get ready.
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : He does think he’s funny.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : Single. Years spent around Tommy and Carol have burnt him out of group dates.
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : He should say the latter, but he’d say the former.
BEAUTY OR BRAINS : Both, but leaning more toward beauty because ---while he has grown, he is still vain.
DOGS OR CATS : Neither, but if he had to choose - cats. Surprised?
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…
LIE : Less now more than he used to. But little white ones to keep important secrets safe. He still lies to his parents frequently, though.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : Yes, no. Depends on the moment. Depends on the topic.
BELIEVE IN LOVE : Yes, even though it shattered him. He’s still foolish enough to believe.
WANT SOMEONE : Yes, no. Depends on the day.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…
BEEN ON STAGE : Yes.
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : His entire high school identity was centered around who he thought he needed to be to fit in, and who he thought his parents wanted him to be. The butterfly moment was changing to himself after everything strange started, and he started accepting who he really was, versus the King Steve persona.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.
FAVORITE COLOR : Blue of all shades.
FAVORITE ANIMAL : He doesn’t really have one.
FAVORITE BOOK : You’re hilarious.
FAVORITE GAME : He doesn’t really play games.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : September 7th.
HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 20-21, depending on the verse.
