#parasiren

[visata]

Oh God. Thrown back to the past you hated so much, theres an (unfortunately) attractive man with an ego the size of Pandora... or more realistically, the size of your own self-loathing. Why are you always in this situation? You regret everything. You should've dealt with your loans normally, you know, pay em off when you're like 70 or some shit. But no, Tim, you had to have this brilliant fucking idea.

Uuugh, it was times like this you hated yourself even more. You take a deep, slow breath to calm your nerves, not that it worked but still. Pretty men will always be the death of you. Maybe literally.

But, you walk up to the wanderer, and cautiously greet him. "Hello? Who the hell are you?" ... so much for being cautious.

@parasiren // starter!

[heavenlydio]

🍇 🍉 🍌!!

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?  

     The early years were a living Hell. To this day, he remains greatly impacted by the events in his childhood, particularly due to the fact that his emotional growth was stunted irrevocably. He never really matured—even when he was twenty, he still had many of the same conceptions as he did when he was a boy. He would rather not go back, but if there was even the slightest chance of changing things or perhaps having a better life, he would take it in a heartbeat.

     He wonders, sometimes, if he did have that chance after all. But it does not matter now—he squandered it. There is no use in crying over spilt milk.

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

(answered!)

🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?

     Historically, Dio has always been a self-serving individual. If there is a foreseeable reward or anything at all to be gained from lending someone a hand, he will help them and expect compensation. This is one of the many ways that his early life continues to influence his decisions & perceptions; it was every man for himself on the streets of London, and that sense of self-preservation is likely to stick around. It does not drag him into any scraps anymore, but his motivation to help others out of the goodness of his heart is… muted. Almost nonexistent, truthfully.

     Such is the life of a monster, he supposes.

[hammerlockcd]

  ——  VARIOUS QUESTIONS // @parasiren​

          41. is your character aware of who they are? strengths? weaknesses?                 idiosyncrasies? capable of self-irony?

for the most part , i think alistair has a decent grip on who and what he is. spending so much time alone during hunts , expeditions , etc. has led to a good amount of introspection as an unexpected bonus. he knows he can be crass , self-centered , prideful , impulsive , and generally not the best at good choices , but he also makes the conscious effort to work on his flaws when applicable. he’s also well aware as to where his strengths lie - not out of a boastful need , but in the sense of “ i know what my strengths are so i can know my limits”. 

           42. what does your character want most? what do they need really badly,                  compulsively? what are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

whether he knows it himself or not , alistair’s biggest need is community. he needs people to be proud of him , to accept him , to love and value him - and he needs people to do the same towards. in the past , his affections have either been turned against him or fallen on deaf ears ; his passion towards introverted studies isn’t necessarily from a desire to be alone , but from a knowledge that he can’t have what he wants. since he found a home in sanctuary and found companionship with its inhabitants , and found the ultimate goal in wainwright , it’s completed him - it’s why he’s been able to retire and focus on writing , an activity that lets him stay around the people he cares for. 

 as far as what he’ll do to keep what he has ? he allowed his sister to be murdered for it. that’s something. 

          45. is your character pragmatic? think first? responsible? all action? a                      visionary? Passionate? quixotic?

pragmatic , responsible , passionate - yes. the rest ? not so much. even though alistair tends to be more impulsive than he aught to be , once he starts something , he has a duty to finish it. when he does happen to think things through , he rarely strays from the realm of facts and logic. 

[virushaze]

@parasiren​ said: 🍎 🍒!!! 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 / accepting!

🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?  

answered!

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?  

while fugo appreciates his isolation and time to himself to relax, read, or indulge in his many hobbies, but he’s deeply connected to his friends. growing up, he didn’t have any friends his own age or really in general -- his only lasting close dynamic as a child was with his grandmother. so currently, when he has his teammates with him, they are the most important people to him. a true “found family” to him, he loves them each deeply and in unique ways. he’s guarded with other people and with strangers; partially from his past experiences and partially just by the nature of his line of work, but if he makes a friend then he values them dearly. 

[strawberryrots]

parasiren replied to your photoset: how would fugo hold his microorganism?  inspired...

let’s be real it’s the second to last. practical

this is by far the safest way to carry your micro, this is the only take

[thcwatcher]

❝ there is not a single day that goes by where i don’t think of what i’ve lost. ❞

@parasiren​

Oh the consequences of one’s actions. When things were slower, The Watcher often thought about the alternate realities of people’s choices, including her own. Had she not helped this person or that person had said something differently, things might have gone in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, the chances of finding out what lead down those paths were never going to happen. There was only the current path.

“That is an unfortunate consequence of living.”

Everyone lost things all the time. Memories, people, perhaps a stuffed teddy bear. Time itself was lost with each passing second. It haunted people in many ways, some more than others. The Watcher couldn’t blame those that got haunted by what they had lost more than those who didn’t. Humans had strange ways of coping with these things. Time had a different meaning to her after all. She lived far longer than any human she’d ever met.

It would be...rude, she figured, to compare what the faux-siren had lost compared to everyone else. One person’s experience with loss would be different to someone else’s. The Watcher had figured out quickly that comparing such things wasn’t favourable in the eyes of humans. They seemed to get defensive over it. On the other hand, The Watcher could hardly be sympathetic towards the faux-siren’s plit, considering what he had attempted to do.

“But not one that goes without merit. Every loss is unique to the individual.”

It might’ve sounded robotic and perhaps it was. The Watcher wasn’t very good at advice, much less at adivce that leaned more towards emotions than logic. At the very least, she could try.

“However, letting go can be a freeing experience. Not that you cannot still remember, but you may experience some unhealthy behaviours if you let the thoughts linger.”

[numericalassassin]

25

Moment of Weakness

13. Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them. (randomized)

Zer0 stares down at the ragged form of the ‘God King’ crumpled on the ground. The new Vault Hunters had done a number on him, mechanized arm shattered, bullet wounds oozing blood, bruises and likely broken bones under all of it. They’d moved on, left him for the cult to deal with, for his sister to handle if he made it that long.

The assassin crouches, watching the ragged rise and fall of his chest. Like this, brought low and scattered on the ground, he looked no more then a boy, hardly old enough to be called a man. A child playing God with abilities that weren’t his, breaking any toy he couldn’t have. Or just following his sister doing the same. Zer0 wasn’t sure, hadn’t heard enough from him individually to know. Still, his crumpled form makes them think of another young Siren they couldn’t help and they sigh, reaching out to pull the red marked arm over their shoulders. This could either go very well or extremely poorly and there would be no telling.

For now they could only get him into shelter where they wouldn’t be found immediately, set to bandaging and stitching the worst of the damage, and get a few hypos in him to start the healing process. Who knew how he’d react when he was lucid enough to do so.

[deathwish-specialist]

“ i’m going to enjoy watching you die. ”

Hearing that said from the thousands of bandits was one thing. She paid them no mind, they were easy enough. Hearing that from one of the Calypsos? Still didn’t really faze her all that much, either. He was a big punk with a too big attitude. “Well, that’s too bad,” she crossed her arms. “Because I’m pretty sure its gonna be the other way around. You won’t be getting past my defenses easily.” She kept Iron Bear in pretty good shape, and its handled a lot. It could handle whatever this guy has to throw at her, too.