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{ as stated in my rules before - my having a seperation between “main muses” and “side muses” isn’t a lack of interest in both sets of muses. Instead, it’s really just that i’ve noticed some people respond better to some muses of mine... so?
if you’re a mutual of mine? by ( liking ♥ ) this post you’re giving me permission to spam you with muses from my “side-muse” page as well. generally speaking, you’re just giving me permission to use them with our rp’s, for possible starters from starter call, etc. rather then just the ones from my “main muses” page! :’3 this of course isn’t necessary to roleplay with me. if you’re entirely uninterested in these muses, that’s fine! <3 or if you have only have a few muses from my side muse page that you’re interested in? you just have to let me know~ i simply want to know who is interested in these muses!
- Aula }
Bringing an engaged prince to his engagement can be more difficult then expected - especially when Crown City money doesn’t work outside of their walls, and without a single “gil” on any of them. However, a bit of hard labor helps out. And? He’s always up for camping as a cheaper alternative to staying in hotels and the likes on the way.
This is the portion of the trip at the very beginning. So far, it’s just an adventure. Nothing too big to worry about.
After the destruction of the Crown City, things change quite a bit. Noctis, the prince he’s in charge of guarding, has been declared “dead.” And though that can buy them some time to get him elsewhere, that status will only cover them for so long - so it’s time to cover some ground while they have the coverage. Unfortunately, this trip has gone bad to worse... and it has no looks of getting any better. This won’t stop Gladio from doing his best to guard the prince or the rest of the group, however.
Including hunting down Gilgamesh to try to up his game. If he’s going to guard the chosen king, he needs to be sure he’s a Shield ready for that duty.
After Noctis’ return from the Crystal/During the time he was missing. Doing his best to both train and to help settle places for refugee’s. He’s a hunter now, most of the time. But once his king returns, he quickly reunites with the others to guard him once again.
Entirely loyal to the “Mad Hatter,” Blood Dupree, Elliot March ( the “Mad March Hare” ) does what he can to help out around the “Hatter’s Mansion.” Including doing insane amounts of paperwork, and being one of the first to respond to any sort of threat on the manor. He is loyal, strict, and yet… surprisingly naïve. Despite being part of the Hatter’s Mafia, he trusts Blood’s word more than anything. A habit he’d had even before he’d joined their little group. All in all: He is expressive, loyal, sweet – but? Like most Wonderlandian’s? A little bit on the trigger happy side of things.
How did he come here? Why did he come here? He’s not entirely sure - he just knows that, all of a sudden? He finds himself in the middle of a very confused situation that… he has no idea how to help with.
( Based on a theory/headcanon I have about all “Wonderlandian’s” being human at one point, before slowly being absorbed into Wonderland’s politics by being there too long … This verse is the precursor to “confusion”. This verse is still heavily [ under construction. ] As not all of the Wonderlandian’s are given a lot of details about some of this stuff… So? This might take a while to put together still. )
Before Elliot March became the “dog” of the Hatter’s Mansion, he had a life outside of the Hatter’s Family. One that included him being dear friends with a “Faceless,” one who fought by his side loyally for a … long time. Eventually? The two of them made a promise to destroy each others clocks, if one of them died before the other one. But, surely that’s not something they’ll have to worry about anytime soon, right? Right? ( In this verse, Elliot is a neutral role holder. Also? This is before his friend dies - so he has no particular beef with the clock-tower or their inhabitants ether. This is before his big taboo “sin” while playing the game. So? He’s not being hunted, or in any sort of trouble yet. )
@carnifcx continued from [ x ]
Unfortunately for HYDE he wouldn’t get to see the angels reaction to his unintentional slip up – he was already busy throwing himself fully into his new task of taking care of the other. He wasn’t sure when the other would change his mind, so? His best bet was to do his absolute BEST so that the other wouldn’t suddenly declare otherwise.
If he worked hard at it and tried to keep himself in check to some extent… then the other would rest and hopefully recover sooner.
“Tea it is, Angelcakes.” The blond calls back, before immediately setting to work on that as well. There was still some room on the stove. The soup he had set to cook was going now, though it did require some stirring, the water was now on the stove, and he continued his multi-tasking. The melon balls were almost complete, so he would serve those first. “But first, I have an appetizer.” And with that, he struts over to the other – the small bowl in hand as well as a small fork. “I’ll just set these here for now, but I’ll be back with your tea shortly.”
And he did just that – within minutes, he had the tea ready as well. Serving it on a small tray filled with things he could add to it, should he choose to. Sugar cubes, milk, lemon. Anything he wanted. The HEDGEHOG was a strange S e r v a m p. He rarely stuck to an EVE, and even rarer? Did he do things when he wasn’t required to.
To see him put his 110% into working on an earnest cause rather then for his own amusement? Was probably a bit of an oddity. “I’ll have some sandwiches and soup ready in just a bit too. So, don’t you go anywhere, Angel. I’ll be right back.” I mean, LICHT had already agreed to behave for now – so HYDE wasn’t overly concerned. The EVE of GREED didn’t usually lie. … u s u a l l y.
When he was f i n i s h e d – what he came back with was a chicken broth and a variety of small sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly, cucumber, and even BLT’s. He wasn’t sure what his E V E could stomach, but he definitely wanted to be sure he’d find SOMETHING he would eat. He needed to recover, and for that to happen? He needed to take care of himself. “If you don’t see something you’d like – or if you’d prefer something else, just let me know. Your wish, is my command.” He says, before winking. “At least for now.”
The “Saint of Swamps,” Chamo is uniquely gifted … Even for a Saint. She is absurdly powerful and very adapt to using her abilities. Even being known for accidentally killing a man during a tournament. Because of this, people often avoid her and fear her. After all: She isn’t exactly someone people can get after easily … making her hard to discipline or teach any sort of particular set of rules, or how to treat people.
When Chamo was chosen, she wasn’t surprised. And? Her parents were quick to pack her up and send her on her way with a map, and less then a few words of encouragement. Even they feared her, and were apt to having her out of the house. So? Without a second thought, when she received her mark? She went of to join who were supposed to be her companions.
Though it is common knowledge that those who are chosen don’t always live - Chamo managed to. It had been a long, difficult, battle. The things that happened in the “Wailing Demon Territory” will never quite leave her. She’d always hoped to have friends - and those she’d bonded with there? Were the only people she wanted to see nowadays. It was rare for people to come to trust her… and even rarer for her to find people she could trust. She’s happy to talk about her adventures to those who will listen. But? She’s chosen a quiet lifestyle, just outside of society.
Chamo Rosso is the “Tree Frog” Role-Holder - A unique, yet unattached, neutral role-holder. A traveler and unconnected to any particular land or territory. She is frequently on her own, preferring her own company over that of others. After all: Chamo cannotbe around people often. Touching others, coming into contact with their skin, can cause people to be poisoned by her - and depending on her mood, depends on the poison or toxic. When she’s happy, it is hallucinogenic. When she is angry, it can be lethal. And? most people don’t want to risk it. Of course, you’d need to be in contact with her for a long time for the effects to be serious… But? Most don’t want to take that chance.
Living by their motto of “Almost 100% Success Rate” - Genji and Ban are two close friends who spend most of their time living in Ban’s car, the “Lady Beetle.” They work together as “GetBackers,” meaning they get hired to retrieve things for people. They don’t steal - they only go to get back what “shouldn’t be gone” in the first place.
Leader of the Volts - one of the largest gangs in the lower levels of the Infinity Fortress, Genji is a respected and feared leaders. He is protective of his group, and has a rather... unusual ability, even by the fortress’ standards. Being able to create his own natural electricity.
And as long as he’s within the tower? It appears to be an unending supply. ( Which is particularly scary, due to the fact that being in connection to a current of electricity can even heal him from near life-threatening injuries. Causing him to recharge and his body to heal quickly. )
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Ardyn “Izunia,” as he chooses to be called, is the Chancellor of Niflheim. And? Because of that, he holds a position of importance - He calls a lot of shots, as well as does a lot of large-scale planning. A lot of Niflheim’s advantages, both magically and technology wise, have to do with the things he’s ether hinted at … Or downright given them. He has his own goals, however. He always has. And it has relatively little to do with the success of Niflheim’s conquest.
Approaching with a different name and acting the part of the friendly “stranger,” Ardyn has decided to do something of a… experiment. He’s been working at his goal for years, usually watching those involved at a distance. This time? He’s decided to do it from a fair bit closer.
He doesn’t expect this’ll change the results. Why would it? When he’s worked so long at something, he’s hardly about to change his mind. His methods, however? He’s used the same ones for so long. It’s time to change it up a bit…
Fate has always been a cruel mistress - Ardyn is more familiar with that then most people. However, despite how bitter he’s become, despite how long he’s been around, he has never seen a turn of events like this. The young prince, the fated king, has decided to come to him in hopes of… what? Overthrowing this world that was willing to throw him to the wolves?
… how interesting.
Unwilling to wait, the moment he found out that Noctis was going to be the “Chosen King,” he took matters into his own hands - Going to the capital and raising all sorts of hell. Leaving it near destroyed, and the boy? He took with him.
After that, he left the capital - using magic to help the boy’s memories sink to the bottom of his mind. Leaving him confused, but? Not without those memories. Eventually, when everything was said and done, they’d return. They’d float back to the surface, as long as Ardyn wasn’t around to use the spell anymore. In fact? Ardyn has prepared notebooks of information related to the capital, related to Noctis, about his abduction, who his real family is - Everything. But? For now, he’s decided he’d raise the boy who would eventually kill him. He wanted to make sure … He wanted to ensure that, this time? Things would end.
The young hero determined to become the king - the young man who was determined to help his people with the scourge! Ardyn is young, determined, and driven. He is willing to sacrifice himself and his time for his people’s well being and health.
This is before anything that lead to his exile - and? He’s only just barely beginning to feel the side effects of his ability to help those in need. So? He’s at his healthiest, and at his most basic mindset. Without years and years of hate tainting it, you’ll find he’s a pretty pleasant guy, all things considered! A little exhausted - but? You’ll have to expect that a little, given how hard the guy works.
The Uninvited 8th, the youngest Servamp, and the one that none of the others know about. He was a surprise to all of them. After all: When their “father figure” disappeared for as long as he did, he didn’t keep in contact - instead? He made Tsubaki. The Servamp capable of killing the remaining Servamps. And the one who is capable of destroying the others contracts, regardless of the bond between the Servamp and Eve.
In this verse, Tsubaki will be in a contract with an Eve - as he is not canonly connected to any particular Eve, this verse can be used for any Eve he happens to have that’s been discussed. Of course, this will likely lead to misadventures. Tsubaki isn’t going to let something as small as a contract stop him entirely from doing what he wants - but? It’s often interesting enough that he wouldn’t resort to killing them. ( Unless they can’t reach some sort of middle ground - because Tsubaki isn’t going to be obedient ether. )
A young, unfortunate man, who seems cursed with horrible luck. He doesn’t openly try to talk to people, or even try to get to know them anymore… And recent attempts to befriend him have often, though quite accidentally, wound up with people being seriously injured. After these incidents, Tsubaki has quite given up on spending time with people - in fact? He’s usually quick to move away from people, to avoid conversation.
He always looks miserable about it. The reason he attended public school in the first place was because he wanted to make friends - but? He doesn’t want to make friends at the cost of their lives. So? He won’t actively look for friends anymore.
( Though it is canonly mentioned that Tsubaki was a vampire for C3 once - that he’d been experimented on, and kept around their base? Not a whole lot is known about this period of his life. So? Any verses using this might require a bit of talking between us, the muns, to decide what we’re willing to work with for it. So? At this time, consider this verse [ heavily under construction ] until ether more information comes up, or I can cement some things with role-playing partners. )
❝It can be really frightening I suppose.❞
WHERE WAS LIGHT, THERE WAS DARKNESS. But if one side triumphed, if one shadowed the other, all that negativity would continue to evolve and take deeper roots. That had been her case; sorrow, anger, bitterness, helplessness have all been emotions which devoured her heart, which made her resort to unsealing that abyssmal darkness which swallowed everything in its path. ❝You could say that the most terrifying thing was the emptiness which followed after. Once my anger quelled, once I could see clearer.. nothing which I had held any meaning. ❞ Pointless destruction. That pain was not solely inflicted on those who deserved, but innocence people had been affected; they suffered losses, their hearts cried out in pain. Death had never been beautiful for them, nor liberating. It stole what they held more precious. Allowing a heavy sigh of relief go past her lips, she raised her heard towards the sky. That clear blue was peaceful, serene and it calmed her soul. Her sins were hers to bear, nonetheless that experience still remained. The tough lesson Yuna received would forever be imprinted in her mind; its goods and bad had marked her. She was another person now. ❝The more you welcome darkness in your life, the more you seek it, the more it will consume you. You can say that was a lesson. As for what happened next.. well, those years were another form of darkness I confronted. ❞
It was surprising to hear those words from the other – but? Perhaps more so then anything, it was surprising to hear someone say something to eerily familiar to her own thoughts. She remembered everything she’d done while working for the IGA LEAGUE OF FIVE, she remembered betraying the team that welcomed her back nowadays… ( some more warily then others, but? that was fair. )
The NUMBNESS that follows when you get what you thought you wanted – was one of the most terrifying things in the world. It was like being adrift. Without a goal, without an anchor . . . for Anastasia, what followed numbness was p a i n. She was welcomed back, but? As a traitor. And the kindness granted her, with or without wanting it? Locked her down like shackles. That was why she was the “BRAVE of ICE” once again. And? After all this time, she was still a TRAITOR in some of their minds. And others have warmed up to her presence once more…
“… though I can understand how you felt to an extent, and I’m glad that it’s been a learning experience for you, I’m sorry that you felt that way to begin with.” Nothing was worse than feeling “EMPTY” – abandoned. In her life she’d felt that way several times. And somehow, people always reached out to her.
Even after she’d made mistakes. “Do you want to elaborate? You must want to talk… at least to an extent, to offer these words so willingly. I’m more than happy to hear you out, if you want to talk. Though I certainly don’t know if I can offer you any worthwhile advice.” Anastasia was similar – having a FROZEN HEART years before, due to her own person grudges and anger. And holding onto a HOPE she knew should have died. She’d tortured herself these ways, she knew the person who’d made the mistake was her. And? It’d consumed her for some time. However, she already had a history of being that “ODD WOMAN” according to Yuna… so at the very least, perhaps, she could hear her out.
@ultimumsuperbia continued from [ x ]
Frustration appears in the older Alicein’s eyes as the other begins his rebellion. With that, however, he moves over swiftly. Putting his arms on the others shoulder to sort of encourage him to lay back down – he knew Tetsu was probably physically stronger then him, but? While the other was sick, he could probably at least enforce that the other stay there.
“You are not goin’ anywhere, Eve of Pride. If ya start movin’ around, and insist on headin’ home? You’ll only be puttin’ yourself in further danger. Right now, just concentrate on restin’. Or you’re going to be a lot of trouble for a lot of people.”
The words were not meant to hurt the other feelings – even if the older Alicein couldn’t say he particularly trusted the boy, he knew Misono did. And that was reason enough to keep him alive at least. “Do you not have a brain, boy? You ‘ave a god-awful fever. If you try to bring yourself home right now, you’ll pass out on the road and likely be taken out by one of Tsubaki’s subclass. Do ya really want to upset your Servamp and yer friends like that?” He was scolding him now, keeping his grip firm on the others shoulder. “Until ya recover, I’m not lettin’ you leave here without a fight. I’ll subdue ya by force if I have to. Just ‘cause I don’t like you doesn’t mean I’m about to let you upset my brother that way. Right now, yer in my shop. So I’m not ‘bout to let you wonder about it and damage my property. Lay down. Stay layin’. I’ll take care of ya until we can get ya home.”
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