skills and special talents
does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?
your muses's thoughts on cops and other authority figures.
how your muses respond to danger.
concept of home and family.
did your muse grow up too fast?
hyerim:
skills and special talents
the home hyerim had spent most of her veiled life held an inscription denoting that the inhuman vilebloods, hunters and creatures of coldblood, first drew breaths under its roof. though this past was undeniably a part of her, it was one she had put a clear division in favor of one in benefaction; to never look back to earlier times of battles and sieges, to correct all misdeeds, to wash off all the blood that had accumulated in her hands by her own and the generations preceding her. some might call this betrayal but vindicated are those people as the stench of crusted blood reminds her of it; the heritable talents she had been cursed with at birth, forbidden blood delivering within her veins vampiric qualities without arbitrary weaknesses. a sharpshooter exceptionally skilled in the use of her pistol bearing quicksilver cartridges. raised to soldiership, she's learned the art of wielding the twin-blade. her weapon of choice was a trick blade of part saber and part dagger.
does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?
between the bodies that lay beyond her care—guarding what were graves hosting her very own victims—and the artistic craft she had been trying to perfect, hyerim's colliding worlds offer her very little rest. as such, she has become someone who values the time she gets to have unwinding.
rowan:
your muse's thoughts on cops and other authority figures.
if there was a version of catholic guilt involving the police force—the gut-wrenching kind, rowan has it.
how your muses respond to danger.
depending on when or where rowan is, either the cats are safeguarded at home, or a suppressed pistol is picked up. sometimes both. but rowan is professional, efficient, and detached. the feelings felt aren't of anger or fear, but an innate hard-wired tendency to figure out relevant cues.
haru
the concept of home and family.
once, haru dated someone simply for the perfect family that they possessed. it was one he never had. he had never even gotten the chance to create an illusion of one as there was never any frame of reference for what it should look like, and what kind of flaws a family might have that would make it sit within the threshold of healthy. since little, he had always known something was wrong. despite not being sure what was customary, he felt his family's brokenness. he was young when he had the means to move forward on his own. but this fracture stayed with him, grew within him and taken a life of its own. a living death. a cadaver surrogate. it manifested in self-esteem issues and poor self-image. he started the race from behind with lead weights on his feet. while the lack of parental guidance pushed him to work hard for better, starting from behind still meant ending behind. and what stands in the way simply becomes the way. so while he has a community at present, it's not one whose foundations he could put full faith into.
did your muse grow up too fast?
growing up too fast in his case only really means that he was able to help himself financially at an early age due to his perseverance. but emotionally, he is still a kid. his ways of attention-seeking tend to include an escalating back and forth. he is wired in a way that demands an audience to notice him, hence his line of work. and when something is too mentally exhausting for him, he will simply shut down. apart from this, there are plenty of habits that he had never been able to shed and grow out of.
