THIIRA HEARTS ROBITS

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[thiira-kellerman]

Thiira slouches on the edge of her couch, fixated on her phone's screen as her thumbs scrabble over it at a maddening pace. They don't miss a beat as her spine creaks, her head tilting up to look into the camera.

The bags under her eyes could carry bowling balls. Streaks of tear-crust stain her cheeks from what must have been hours of uncontrolled weeping.

"I..." She croaks. "I can't... reach the pink ball...”

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[thiira-kellerman]

missed ya buddy

[thiira-kellerman]

 Thiira slumps on her couch, high as a kite and stuffing her face with the contents of a family-sized jar of pickle chips. Groggily, she raises her pointer finger toward the holo screen which displays a heavily-pixelated, but still instantly-recognizable series of images.

“Haha... That’s a butt.”

[thiira-kellerman]

xoriolis‌ ::

—Encyclopedia… Clown…

While he wasn’t sure as to whether he should consider that a compliment or an insult, the sniper cocked a brow in response. He’d answered, was that not what he was mean to do? Was she expecting otherwise? “No, there is no reason in particular,” bright eyes followed as she circled him, “But I have a feeling that you were looking for something of an excuse. I apologise for not having one.”

Thiira squinted up at the stranger—quite a feat what with how he towered over her by a couple of heads, at least. In the middle of her pacing, she stopped dead in her tracks, turned, and booted him in the shin.

Not metal. Just the dull thump of muscle and bone.

“Huh. Weird. Why the hell do you talk like a robit if you aren’t one?”

[thiira-kellerman]

gentleverdant‌:

vin-robles replied to your post “Headcanon: Naru is 100% a fluffy romantic who is equal parts delighted…”

Thiira vc: “Ewwww, I bet you read romance novels too.”

“… A few… I mean, they’re not actually romance novels, there’s just… romantic… side plots. You know how fantasy books are…”

Or mmmaybe she didn’t.

“Uh, I don’t, actually. And I’m insulted at your insinuation that I’d actually be even remotely into your lame nerd shit.”

[thiira-kellerman]

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“… My apologies. I do not have any problems with you. Though I am curious as to why you are so defensive over being ‘looked at’, as I was merely trying to ascertain what you are. As it stands I have determined that you are human— though I almost mistook you for a rather sickly Midoan, what with the lack of fur and pale complexion.”

That was... a really long explanation for a simple question. Doubly so when she was expecting an answer that was just as short and snarky in return. 

“Well okay, Encyclopedia Clown. I have no idea what a Midoan is and that was way more information than I asked for, but I guess I’ll buy it.” she took a step to the side, circling around, looking the stranger up and down. “There like... a reason you were tryin to ‘ascertain’ what I am?”

Weirdo.

[ @xoriolis ]

[thiira-kellerman]

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[thiira-kellerman]

Thiira sighed aloud, employing that perfectly dead inside look as she dug her hand into the engine of a motorcycle three sizes too big for the alien standing beside it. “Wwwwelp. I can already see you gotta few problems with this thing. For starters?” She growled, twisting her hand this way and that and pulling out the charred, leathery husk of... something. “This is a lizard.”

“Ohhh! Snack! Thought I lost that!” The cat-eared creature surged toward her, arms outstretched and fingers wriggling.

“No! Nooooo, not snack. Unsanitary.” Thiira caught the cat-thing’s face with her palm and pushed back. “And completely not part of the original assembly. And if you got one in there, you probably got like five more tying up the guts of this thing. Maybe come back to me after you bother to actually clean it out, yeah?”

Shoving the bike aside, Thiira looked up and barked, “NEXT!”

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[thiira-kellerman]

When she has nothing else to do, Thiira runs a little side-hustle fixing things for the locals wherever she ends up. It’s not really for profit so much as it’s so she can just stay busy in the off hours.

Not every city welcomes outsiders setting up shop and cutting into business, though, so she has to use a little judgment in that regard.

[thiira-kellerman]

really  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY. RULES.  Repost,  don’t  reblog  !    Tag  10  !  Good  luck! TAGGED STOLEN.  From me. TAGGING. Honestly? Whoever feels like filing this monstrosity out.

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :   Thiira Kellerman. NICKNAME :   “Chief.” She’s not a fan of that one, but she accepts it. AGE :  28.  BIRTHDAY :   September 20th. ETHNIC  GROUP :  Cassian (Lowborn). NATIONALITY :   Human. LANGUAGE / S : Common. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  Ace. Still manages to find houseplant jokes funny somehow. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  Aromantic. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   Unattached. HOME  TOWN / AREA :  Cassus.  CURRENT  HOME :  Wherever the Flashy Trashcan* is docked for the month. PROFESSION : Engineer. She keeps the machinery running for a traveling carnival-slash-bot show so nobody ends up killing themselves by accident.

* Not the actual name of the caravan’s flagship. But nobody but the captain can be assed to remember what it is, and it really does just look like a giant, flying rubbish bin from a distance.

PHYSICAL.

Hair:  Dark brown. Unusually oily. EYES :   Blue in normal lighting conditions. Red in low light. They are not natural. FACE :   Round. Just... round. LIPS :   Big. Always pulled into a frown. A really disapproving one. COMPLEXION :  Dry. A little on the yellow/olive end of the spectrum. BLEMISHES :   Bruises. Lots and lots of bruises. SCARS :  She has a bunch from various accidents and surgery and the like. The most notable of them is the one that runs down the left side of her face from just below the eye.  She got it when she and a fellow soldier got into a fight and he got a lucky hit in. TATTOOS :  None. HEIGHT :   5′10″ WEIGHT :   ~200lbs. BUILD :   Stocky, but proportionate. FEATURES :   There’s literally nothing to note about Thiira. She’s a human, as plain as they come. ALLERGIES :   None that she’s aware of. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  She almost always wears her hair down if she’s not working on something. If she even manages to brush it once a month, it’s a miracle. USUAL  FACE  LOOK :   Bare-faced. She hates having anything on her skin other than clothes, so makeup is a no-go. USUAL  CLOTHING :   Coveralls, all day, every day. Once in a blue moon she’ll be spotted in a tank top, but in that case the sleeves of the coveralls are just tied around her waist. She will never let them go. Ever. Ever.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :   No real phobias, but she has a huge distaste for snow and cold weather. ASPIRATION / S :   To not die for as long as humanly possible. If she manages to open her own independent repair shop/service station somewhere along the way, that’s just a bonus. POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Honest, and, uh... Honest. She’s honest. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :   Blunt. Sarcastic. Impatient. Deadpan. Sorely lacking in people skills. MBTI :   LOGISTICIAN (ISTJ-A) ZODIAC :   Virgo TEMPEREMENT :   Choleric. SOUL  TYPE / S :    Hunter, Thinker, Helper, Leader ANIMALS :   Gorilla. VICE  HABIT / S :    Gambling, Vaping, Snooping on other people’s business. FAITH :  No. GHOSTS ? :   Nah. AFTERLIFE ? :   Nope. REINCARNATION ? :   Hopefully the fuck not. ALIENS ? :   Duh. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :    Whichever side isn’t full of raging assholes. EDUCATION  LEVEL :    Military academy graduate, with a specialized degree in engineering.

FAMILY.

FATHER :   Marius. MOTHER :   Cordelia. SIBLINGS :   None. EXTENDED  FAMILY :   None that she knows or cares about. NAME  MEANING / S :    She never bothered to learn the real meaning. She always just accepted that it meant what her dad told her it meant: “Happy accident.” HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   Lowborn Cassians are all basically thrown into the same basket of unimportance. Her family is no different.

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  She’s the type who reads technical manuals for fun. MOVIE :   She’s watched a lot of movies but none have really stuck with her. 5  SONGS : 

Dancin (Krono Remix) - Aaron Smith feat. Luvli Summer Nights - SIAMÉS Burning Up - Marianas Trench Nameless World - Skip the Use Black Betty - Caravan Palace

DEITY :   None. HOLIDAY :   Whatever nets her a day off. MONTH :  June. SEASON :  Autumn. PLACE :  Garages. Flea markets. Destruction derbies. Basically wherever she can be around machines or get good deals on their parts. WEATHER :  Rainy days, where she can get away with staying indoors without anyone trying to get her to go on ill-fated ‘adventuring’ trips. SOUND :   Well-tuned engines. Brown noise. Thunderstorms. SCENT / S :   Steel. Oil. Cooking meat. ‘City’ smells. TASTE / S :   She really just likes the taste of a good burger. Or cheesecake. Kind of a tie between the two. FEEL / S :    Microfiber. Soft blankets. Cold steel.   ANIMAL / S :  Dogs. NUMBER :   42. COLORS :   Brown. Red. Brownish-red. Whatever, she likes the color of rust.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  Thiira’s good with machines, and has a knack for being able to figure out the root of a problem with one mostly by listening to it.  She also has a special talent for getting out of bad situations just by looking and sounding imposing/uninterested in negotiating. BAD  AT :   Cooking. Fiddly hobbies like knitting or crocheting. Sitting still for longer than a few minutes. TURN  ONS :  Nothing of note. Give her something she can tinker with and she’ll be your friend, at least. TURN  OFFS :   Damn near everything. HOBBIES :   Antique restoration. She has an old Dominion uniblade that she works on whenever she has nothing else to do. TROPES :   Aloof Dark-Haired Girl | Stiff Upper Lip | The Stoic | Jerk with a Heart of Gold QUOTES :  “ I have a very strict gun control policy: if there’s a gun around, I want to be in control of it.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?           A1 :   I hate this introspective bullshit so I’m not answering it. Q2 :   What would their soundtrack/score sound like?           A2 :   Classic rock/spaghetti western. Q3 :   Why did you start writing this character?           A3 :   Thiira was one of my mains in WildStar when it was still around. Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?           A4 :   I made her, and she is mine. Q5 :   Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 :   I hate her entire backstory because I came up with her at a time where I was generally feeling like trash, and too much of my own self showed through. Q6 :   What do you have in common with your muse?           A6 :   Copious quantities of apathy. Q7 :   How does  your muse feel about  you?           A7 :    We’d probably be buds tbh. Q8 :   What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?         A8 :   She had a boyfriend back before she realized that she doesn’t need a relationship or validation from others. He was a granok. It was fun, but they parted ways amicably. Q9 :   What gives  you inspiration  to write  your muse ?         A9 :    Thinking back on old RPs that happened before the community started to suck balls. Q10 :   How long did this take you to complete ?           A10 :  Too long.

[thiira-kellerman]

Over the last few years, Thiira has gotten a little too used to dealing with “debt collectors” coming after her bosses or her fellow crew. This has had the side-effect of her being far less conflict-averse than is generally recommended.

Sneaking up on her is ill-advised. As is the use of blunt instruments, as she has a propensity for beating the shit out of people with their own weapons if she can get a hold of them. Which is often.

Seriously, just use a gun. Easier for everybody.

[thiira-kellerman]

Me: has a million things that need to be done Also me: I should dig up a new theme.

[thiira-kellerman]

Thiira still has Muncho to this day.

It took a lot of convincing for the Ekose to let her bring a snarfelynx along on the trip. But she kept him cleaned and fed, and he ultimately proved to be a boon to their operations purely by virtue of keeping pest populations down.

[thiira-kellerman]

I’m pretty sure Thiira’s soundtrack is just... Carpenter Brut. Top to bottom.

[thiira-kellerman]

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