#jorje

[payuappa]

for @mxsilentcity

[pikuletto]

Разбитое сердце.Цветы..Hoy.Corazón quebrado.Flor.

[pikuletto]

La riada

[pikuletto]

Gatito

[dicelibrarian]

Character concept: General dirtbag named "Geoffrey" everyone except him pronounces it "Jeffrey", he pronounces it as written, "Gee-off-er-ee"

Geoffrey is a con artist and basically The Worst™

He then has a 7-part redemption arc which he throws in the trash in the season finale.

[gaylittleinnkeepers]

hi it’s skyrim!azzie and today i’m a picrew

origin story? yes origin story. meet azzie and jorje!

azzie awoke in a dark cave, only illuminated by a single diminishing torch.

she rubbed her sore head, grunting slightly as she sat up.

“oh, you’re awake,” a relieved voice said, crouching next to her.

azzie would’ve strangled this random dude, but he had (probably) saved her from death (or whatever), so she felt obliged to not murder him.

“who are you?” azzie demanded, her black eyes narrowed, trying to focus on the boy. the cave was too dark for her to see him properly.

“i’m jorje!” the boy said, re-igniting the torch so that azzie could see his face.

the boy was a bosmer, she could tell, seeing his pointed ears, brown hair and hazel eyes. he had a very friendly expression on his face as he stuck his hand out.

azzie shook it tentatively. “i’m...azzie.”

“cool!” jorje grinned. azzie noticed his pointed teeth.

the two paused for a second.

“so...what happened?”

jorje looked at her, his gaze flicking to her heavily bandaged arm. “um, so i found you a bit away from here. this is just a small cave, it’s unnamed. you were lying down, nearly dead from what i could see.

“there was a massive wound in your left arm, if i hadn’t just made a bunch of healing potions then you probably would’ve died.” the boy shrugged. “lucky i had some.”

azzie seemed stunned for a moment. “oh...thank you.”

“no problem! you’re gonna have to stay here for a while though, to heal,” jorje smiled widely.

azzie groaned. “fine. are there any interesting places i could possibly test out my conjuration spells?”

“ooh, magic, huh?” jorje asked. “you seemed the type. saw one of the giants on fire.”

azzie smiled softly. “yeah. learnt from my mother and brother. but i’m an adventurer, by myself.”

“mind if i tag along?”

jorje said it so nonchalantly, like he was trying not to sound pleading. azzie giggled to herself.

“yeah, sure, why not? i’m lonely anyway.”

[scribblingbearcat]

ALL OF THEM FOR FIVES PLZ

01. Full name: Olivia Angelica Fredrickson  ||   Revanite High Priestess Raen Yuvari Agent Five Fifty-Five02. Best friend: NA besides her lord, Jorje Tekara || Her host, Fives03. Sexuality: Cis female || Pan female disembodied spirit04. Favorite color: Pastels and soothing colors || Red05. Relationship status: …..Complicated. || Sipping wine on a chaise lounge while laughing at her host and that arrogant manchild Sith. 06. Ideal mate: Someone who can protect her, who can help her grow, who she can help in turn; someone who will never hurt her, or betray her; someone she can trust. Someone she can provide for as much as they provide for her. || None. Love is too much of a weakness.07. Turn-ons: Old fashioned romatic gestures, consent, respect. || Power, a good strong jawline, rough sex. 08. Favorite food: Home cooked comfort meals. || Disembodied spirit, but prefers wine if she can talk her host into it.09. Crushes: NONE. Definitely not her lord whenever he isn’t being a massive manchild. Definitely not him. Nope. || Hahahaahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahaha! Hahahaha. Oh man. Hahaha. 10. Favorite music: Relatively impartial, as long as it isn’t screaming or otherwise jibberish. || The screams of her enemies. Soft woodwinds and string instruments. Thunderstorms. Classical music.11. Biggest fear: Imperial Intelligence and/or the Sith deciding to kill her, or her family, or Jorje; failing to protect Jorje; Imperial Intelligence or the Sith discovering Yuvari. || Being discovered by the Sith and forcibly removed from her host, who… isn’t all that bad, really. The removal would likely destroy them both. 12. Biggest fantasy: Leaving Imperial Intelligence and the Empire and being still breathing at the end of it. But that’s a pipe dream and she knows it. She’ll settle for being relatively safe and not being tortured or otherwise fucked over on a regular basis. || Having a body of her own again. As much of a pipe dream as the former, sadly. 13. Bad habits: Fingernail biting. || Impeccable cutting sarcasm just when maybe she shouldn’t be sassing. 14. Biggest regret: Not leaving that damn briefcase where it fucking was in the damn cab. || Dying. That sucked.15. Best kept secrets: The Revanite high priestess living in her head. || Many.16. Last thought: Milord no that is a chair cushion, not a pillow || Well, at least he isn’t naked.17. Worst romantic experience: Implies any romantic experience. || That time when someone tried to dominate her. It didn’t work out. 18. Biggest insecurity: Her own weakness. || Her own underlying affections for her host and her host’s idiot lord.19. Weapon of choice: Yuvari, who is capable of taking over her body at times and unleashing Force badassery, and her sniper rifle. || The Force. 20. Role Model: None. Maybe Yuvari. || Refuses to admit she looks up to anyone. Though her host’s perseverance is remarkable.