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alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

(For Zain and Ser?)

Loneliness is an all encompassing thing. Silence might as well be in its name, and yet... he's never wholly been alone before. Felt alone, yes. Been alone in a room before, yes. But actually been...?

No, the Maverick that ran their network and the one that had been trying to understand himself, they were always with Zain. Any moment of distress, any shock, and they would probe into his memories to see behind his eyes, to make sure the situation didn't call for their presence.

He can only be thankful it wasn't ever found necessary. It doesn't change how he feels.

There is a certain type of pain that can be found, to be surrounded by those he recognized but who didn't recognize him. Worse than invisibility, but a secret third thing that ruined his ability to enjoy the company of others.

Being in the dark alone reminds him that the room he sleeps in, while it is his, it wasn't Zain's. Reminds him that once everything is finally over, there will be no place for him.

Sure, there's been moments of silence in between missions, in between raids and base-repairs. Moments where he's able to sit in his pod to recharge. Well. Sit. He'd rather the energy be spent elsewhere, and it's not needed for his systems as much as it would for other reploids.

Seraph could argue he's never really been alone, than his door was always open for others if they needed him. That he'd be working even into the late mornings from the night before. Rest could only be afforded if there was nothing to do, and so he was simply always available.

If he ever had the chance, likely he wouldn't know what to do with it. Pick up another project, maybe? The Copy never thought for himself, but for others' benefit. Not that he couldn't, no, but someone always needed something, and so he would never find himself without someone beside him.

Always the workaholic.

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skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

(Muse (or muses!) or your choice)

Sometimes it's best to not acknowledge it at all. That being comfortable in one's own skin was only natural. That living with the weight of too many lives lost was no burden. Who he used to be is someone he can't be anymore, and it's better to pretend they weren't the same. That he was looking at a life through someone else's eyes.

It's not running away; it's just change.

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Of all your muses, who spends time making their living space feel like home, and who has just the bare essentials?

Maybe the first step to discovering out one's own personality would be to surround oneself in things that bring a positive connotation. Every little thing put up on the wall, hung on the fridge, placed in the drawers and on shelves, those are a combination of necessity and desire.

In the modern times where you could purchase a cake from the store, baking utensils aren't necessary unless one likes baking. Sewing and art supplies aren't important unless one likes making apparel and paintings.

Even the color of the bowls that one eats their cereal out of implies their aesthetics.

This all is to say... Mave is the most deliberate out of all of my muses that wants his home to look and feel like a home. It took more effort than most would think it did, but there is a kind of hoarding that comes with wanting a comfortable place to live.

Alternatively, Kane doesn't really bother with much. A God's tower is filled with every desire they could ever have, all the riches they could possibly have, every plush pillow and gold lined wardrobe, and the Wasteland God's... is surprisingly empty.

If you were ever able to explore it freely, there isn't furniture adorning the floors, no frames on the walls or art hung in decorum. While it's not empty, everything has use, even the library he continues to add to, the artifacts of the Old World and the memories of those long gone.

Even then, that room is locked away, hardly considered warm and cozy. His bedroom, the kitchen in which he cooks, even the throne room where he spends the majority of his time, most of it is simply... bare.