Personality Choice Poll
So Kamusta guys, I got an ask that Tarnish personality is a bit distracting and I think that maybe some of you are getting annoyed by it to also.
Here's a poll with different personalities that you guys can vote and I will implement it in the story. So far I only have think 4 and I will use the most highest down to the lowest in order for each Chapter.
Example: Stoic wins then Tarnish will be stoic in Chapter 2.
Here's a sample of the personalities if will be chosen for the story.
Stoic:
I hear Chase’s voice before I see him. He’s always loud and cheerful, unlike me. I’m the quiet one, the one who keeps his emotions in check. I don’t let anyone see what I’m really feeling.
“Heya Tarnish!” He waves at me from across the hall, a wide grin on his face. He runs towards me and claps me on the shoulder. “How’s it going, buddy?”
I shrug and look away. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about anything. Chase doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through. He doesn’t know the pain and the guilt that haunt me every day.
“Come on, man. Don’t be like that.” He tries to catch my eye, but I avoid his gaze. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m your best friend.”
I sigh and shake my head. He’s not my best friend. He’s my only friend. The only one who stuck with me after everything that happened. The only one who didn’t judge me or pity me or hate me.
But he doesn’t understand me. He can’t. He’s too happy, too optimistic, too naive. He thinks life is a game, a joke, a fun adventure. He doesn’t know the darkness that lurks in the shadows, the monsters that hide in the night, the secrets that burn in the soul.
He doesn’t know me.
I force a smile and lie to him. “I’m fine, Chase. Really. Just tired.”
He nods and smiles back, but I can tell he’s not convinced. He knows something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. And he won’t give up until he finds out.
He’s persistent like that.
Flirty:
I walked into the room, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Angel. She greeted me with a blow of a kiss, and her hips swayed playfully as she moved towards me. I couldn't help but grin at her seductive behavior.
"Hey there, gorgeous," I purred, reaching out to seize her hand and bring it to my lips. I kissed her knuckles gently, letting my eyes roam over her curves.
Angel laughed softly, clearly enjoying the attention. "Someone's hungry," she said, biting her lip suggestively and running her fingers through her hair.
I leaned in close, my voice low and sultry. "Only for you," I replied, letting my hands roam over her hips.
Angel giggled, her laughter sending shivers down my spine. "You always know what to say, Tarnish," she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against mine.
I couldn't resist the temptation, and I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue dance against hers. Angel moaned softly and pressed herself closer to me, her hands wandering over my chest.
We finally broke apart, both of us breathless and flushed with desire. "Let's go somewhere more private," Angel suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Joker:
"Tarnish!" Charles's voice echoed across the room, sharp and commanding. I pivoted on my heels, my gaze locking with his intense eyes. His rigid posture conveyed authority and a hint of annoyance, but I couldn't help myself—I was in the mood for a little humor.
I approached Charles with a mischievous grin, unable to resist the opportunity to inject some levity into the serious moment. "Ah, Charles, my dear friend!" I exclaimed, stretching out the word "dear" with a theatrical flourish. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your melodious summons?"
Charles sighed, his annoyance evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. "Tarnish, this is not the time for your jesting," he admonished, his tone stern and clipped.
I held up my hands in mock surrender, feigning innocence. "Oh, forgive me, Charles, for trying to sprinkle a little humor into our serious affairs. After all, they say laughter is the best medicine, especially in times of dire need. And my goodness, are we not in dire need of some relief?" I paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "But fear not, my serious comrade, I shall endeavor to restrain myself."
"Now, what grave matter brings you to seek my esteemed company?" I asked, adopting a mockingly serious tone, my eyes glinting with mischief.
Charles sighed again. "We have a pressing issue that requires your attention, Tarnish. It seems that your jester nature is desperately needed elsewhere."
I placed a hand over my heart, feigning astonishment. "Me? A jester? Oh, Charles, you wound me with your words! Surely, I am a master of wit and wisdom, a purveyor of laughter in the face of adversity. But if my jesting must be set aside for a moment, then let us attend to this grave matter with the seriousness it deserves."
Charles nodded "Thank you, Tarnish. Your cooperation is appreciated."
I gave him an exaggerated bow, a twinkle in my eye. "You are most welcome, my solemn companion.
Crude
I sat in my dimly lit room, expertly disassembling my guns with practiced precision. Each part was meticulously polished until it shone in the dim light that filtered in through the curtains. The silence of the moment allowed me to focus completely on the task at hand, finding peace in the familiar routine.
That peace was ripped away from me as I heard Maria's voice echo through the room. In response, I clenched my teeth, feeling my focus begin to slip away. "Tarnish!" Her voice pierced through the silence like a bullet.
I refused to glance in her direction, my eyes fixated on my work. "What do you want?" My tone was sharp and curt, an unfortunate side effect of my irritation.
Maria's footsteps echoed through the room as she neared me, undeterred by my hostility. "I need your expertise on a new case," she stated, her voice calm and collected despite my rude response.
I grunted in response, continuing to polish the gun frame with a newfound force. "Can't you just handle it on your own? Or are you too incompetent to handle a case without my help?"
My words hit her like a blow, and I felt a venomous satisfaction at the sight of her expression hardening. "Don't be crude, Tarnish," she retorted, clearly thrown off by my rudeness. "I thought you were better than that."
I shrugged, still refusing to meet her gaze. "I am who I am, Maria. I don't sugarcoat anything."
She clucked her tongue in disapproval and placed a file on the desk, her eyes never leaving mine. "Well, let's hope your skills in the field make up for your lack of tact."
I snatched up the file, unwilling to let her get the last word. "You can hope all you want, but I'll still get the job done."
Personality Vote
Crude
Flirty
Joker
Stoic








