How religious is your OC? Do they pray to any god(s) or do they not believe in that kind of stuff? What is their view of religion in general? Where do they believe people go when they die? If your OC is not religious why not and what do they believe in otherwise?
Mumune is a devout believer in Halone, the Fury. Despite butting heads with the city-state that worships her most, her father continued to observe his believe in Halone even after leaving Ishgard- something that rubbed off on his daughter. Mumune views Halone as a bit of a warrior goddess, representing the glory of combat as well as the honor found in it, but also respect for your opponent in combat. Everyone is fighting for something- enjoyment, justice, survival, and so much more.
While she is devout to the Fury, she respects other beliefs as well. Having met worshippers of other members of the Twelve and those who worship other deities entirely from said pantheon, she actually loves hearing about different customs and beliefs. She’s growing especially soft for Rhalgr the more she learns on him.
When she dies, Mumune believes she will be welcomed into Halone’s Halls as long as she lives life fighting. What lies in those halls is something she doesn’t know for sure, but she imagines it as a paradise for knights and fighters- somewhere you can fight to your heart’s content and share a good drink with others.
Send ‘GAME OVER’ to get a glimpse of one of the worse possible endings that can happen to my muse in their life
(An AU idea I entertained for awhile)
“Lady Marcellus.”
“Let go of me!”
Bellona struggled pulling against the restraints that heldher down to the table. The metal cuffs bit cruelly into her wrists and ankles.Pain of course was the only response to her efforts. And she was quite sure inher struggles she pulled something in her shoulder.
Still she did not care. She fought through pain; swearing andgnashing her teeth like a cornered animal at anyone who drew too near. Coldfear driving her to lash out.
“Lady Marcellus, please I ask you to calm yourself!” Someonewarned again. “You’ll only cause injury.”
She turned and glared at the woman who had spoken, an Elezendressed in the crisp white of an imperial scientist. She had a kind face andeven had the gall to smile warmly at Bellona. Fury boiled deep within her andshe so wished that the woman sat closer so that she could spit in her face.
“No one is going to hurt you, dear.” The woman smiled.
Bellona sneered. “Then let me go.”
Why hold her prisoner if they truly meant no harm?
“You know we cannot do that.” The woman simply said. “It isfor the safety of my staff and you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now, now. Such language is ill-suited for such a prettyyoung lady.”
The woman’s face never changed. Still that same kindlyexpression, as if she were dealing with a silly child. So amused and patient. Afriendly face that merely hid the cruelty within.
“You can’t keep mehere.” She met her captor’s eyes boldly. She had to remain strong. Help was onthe way. “The Alliance is on its way here as we speak. They will come and trashyour pretty little lab; you aren’t getting away with this.” She threatened.
Only then did the woman’s expression change, but it wasn’tthe reaction she was expecting. She had expected coldness or even anger, but thewoman looked at her in pity. Tutting at her as if she were a child.
“Oh, you poor thing. What awful things have those savagesput in your head?” She sighed, brushing a stray tress from her Bellona’s face. Thetender gesture surprised her and made her recoil in reversion. She didn’t likethis woman touching her. “But it’s alright, you’re here so we can get rid ofthose nasty thoughts.”
That sent a chill down her spine.
The woman gently patted Bellona’s cheek before standing andwalking across the room. “It was Emperor Solus whom first suggested thecreation of this certain procedure. Something to deal with soldiers who defectedor went AWOL. He didn’t like executing good servants of the empire.” Sheexplained and as she did so different aides flitted around the room, flippingswitches or typing at consoles. A low hum building within the room as they worked.“He wanted a different method—a way to restore that lost loyalty withindisloyal soldiers.”
The sudden activity made Bellona nervous. She squirmed inher restraints, looking around nervously. Her eyes kept darting to the doorwaysin the room, hoping that at any moment someone would come bursting through torescue her.
“Reconditioning is what he called it.” She heard the leadscientist call over shoulder. “A rather complex technology that could be used…forlack of better words erase certain thoughts. It sounded risky and perhaps evenimpossible but all trial subjects appeared to have been fine. They all recoveredquickly, able to have a normal life. And thus, we were allowed to move on to actualsoldiers.
“Lord Varis though held little interest in such a programwhen he came into power. And you, my dear are no soldier, but you are a ratherspecial case.”
Her heart thudded in her chest and she now struggled more. Desperatelytrying to pull and kick but the bindings held fast. She looked at the doorwaysagain, praying and hoping that someone would come stop this. But no one came.No matter how much she willed or imagined, no one was coming to save her fromthis…
The dread set in, making her feel sick to the stomach. Tearsof anger and fear welled in her eyes. “No!” She loudly protested. “No! You’renot doing this! No! No! No!” She screamed, struggling even though she knew itwas in vain.
This was wrong. This was disgusting. She wouldn’t let themtake her memories of her friends! It was practically taking away parts ofherself! Who she’d grown to be! She couldn’t let them take that away—she wouldn’t!She’d fight, she’d run far away from this awful place.
“Please calm down, my lady. I assure you that it will nothurt. You won’t even remember it happening.” The woman calmly reassured.
“No!” Bellona snarled back. Some irrational, panicked partof her seemed convinced that if she protested enough it would stop this.However, she knew she would have no such luck. “My family will not approve ofthis! Lord Kaeso will punish you for what you’ve done!”
“And I am sure we will be able to come up with a believable explanationfor your sudden amnesia.” The woman returned, in her hand was a syringe. Shestill had that same kindly expression, stilled smiled as if what she was doingwasn’t wrong and immoral. “Now I do believe it is time for you to get some rest,my dear. And I promise you when you wake up, everything will be just fine.”
21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?
“Seek out relationships? To be honest, that’s a little hard for me. I tend to be a bit shy... But I like warm, gentle people. Someone who I can just sit with and say nothing and still smile. As for... ‘cultivate?’ I think that word means to build something... I usually build it with anyone willing to talk to me. No one should ever feel excluded... I have a hard time making the first move though.
“Social contact... I... I don’t like too many people at once. Just a few people, maybe a bit of hand holding... If someone feels comfortable to me, maybe a hug.”
What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?
Aside from all the changes he’s made to his body with the void (teeth, claws, larger mouth) the man is utterly horny for horns. Unless they grow in he’s sufficing with a morbid trophy he cut off a Xaela victim’s head.
What is something from your OC’s past they’re the most ashamed of and why? What is something they’re really proud of? And lastly what is something in their past that could make them shake with dread?
HAHAHAHHAHA LIKE JEAN FEELS ANY SHAME. He does regret some of his alliances and tastes in men but for the most part he doesn’t care. He’s proud of his dabbling in the void and stealing a Blackmage soul stone, largely illegal questionable and dangerous things are what he’s the most proud of because dammit that took work to steal and not to be overtaken by the void.
Something from his past that could make him shake with dread is possibly the inquisitors of Ishgard but now he knows that they’re frowned on even in Ishgard under Aymeric’s control so he mocks them to their faces.
Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?
Just sadness. He’s no good with crying people at all, even himself. He used to cry a lot and it was seen as tedious for everyone around him but now to him it’s just a pain in the ass for him alone.
When your OC says “I had a bad day” what does that tend to mean? Is it really as bad as they’re saying or are they being a bit dramatic?
depends on what happened. usually if he really had an overly bad day because of a mission or something he won’t say he had one so much as just destroy things/go on a rampage/murder because he has zero coping skills.
if just a series of petty inconveniences happen he’ll go to his husband and whine to get cuddles.
Look into my eyes - Countering your Vette and Rusty ask with a Rusty and Vette ask of my own!
| Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity | Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience | Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness | Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |
Thank you, @thelemstar! ♥
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