1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?
At some point last year I think (lost track LMAO), a bounty hunter mistook Majro for someone else completely, and followed him and his cousin out of Thayd with the intent of either capturing him, or taking him down. When it became apparent that Majro was not actually his target, the bounty hunter fled, but left behind just enough information for Majro and Stas to eventually track the poor idiot down and wring some truth out of him.
The initial conflict shook Majro deeply, as it seemed to echo a previous attempt on his and his cousin’s lives from a year or so prior. He spent more than one sleepless night petrified for his cousin’s safety and considering his backup plans before finally getting confirmation that the whole thing was a mixup.
(I feel like I may have talked about this before but I cant find it in the archive????? Im a broken record a lot, I’m sorry if this is like the fourth time ive talked about the same instance LMAO)
46. Which is your character’s preferred weapon of choice?
If his espernetics go out, he prefers an easy-to-aim-and-fire-and-blow-shit-up-with gun. Something that keeps him at range, because odds are if he’s beat up enough that his espernetics are failing, he probably can’t take a lot more punishment. (Also, he may be a little squeamish about stabbing stuff. He’s had to do it, and a lot? But if he can avoid that kind of close-quarters combat, he will.)
54. What kind of weather do they like best? How do they enjoy that weather?
It accumulates on the landscape in Whitevale and Algoroc and other places in ways that it never really seemed to on Arboria (at least, in the place where he lived). His affection also probably comes in part because he exiled himself to Malgrave (for Reasons), which is hot and dry and miserable at all times; as much agita as being in Whitevale brings him, he leapt at every chance to get away from the desert while he was living there.
He enjoys it by tromping around looking for stretches of fresh, undisturbed snow to admire (and then summarily tromp through and make snowballs with). He’s still not as powerful as Creviss, who is known for a rather mean curveball and snowballs of slightly-larger-than-normal-size, but he’s working on it.
