➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @or4cles ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTMOIRAI  +  AGENTBYTE

yejide: 🍀💡 maxime: 📚💖 guinevere: 🔪👖

MEMEPROMPT : oc emoji asks

[ 🍀 CLOVER - does YEJIDE believe in luck? are they lucky? ]

kind of? yejide doesn't believe in luck exactly, but they do believe that sometimes things happen for a reason, and that the best thing to do is to just let it happen. he wouldn't attribute the recent mercy things to bad or good luck, but rather just Things That Happened and it was out of their control. they do believe in karma more than they do luck, which is why he tries to do good always to have some of that returned to him, whether that be in the form of good luck or something else. at the end of it they're a math person and luck is just statistics dressed up all pretty so 🤷

[ 💡 LIGHTBULB - is YEJIDE a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? ]

absolutely no planning in the yejide muyiwa household sorry! she prides herself on being a quick thinker, and quick thinkers can't think quickly if they're always relying on pre-planned things. she much prefers the chaos of just winging it and seeing what happens. yejide claims that their best ideas come from having not planned or thought about doing what they want at all. holidays + birthdays are exceptions to this as she wants to make sure that the person they are celebrating is enjoying their day to the fullest. for celebrations, she goes all out with planning months in advance.

[ 📚 BOOKS - how was MAXIME at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject? ]

i can't lie to you max was a supernerd :( he did incredibly well in studies, consistently ranking the highest in his class, and he only really fell off after the death of his parents, after which he struggled quite a bit. over all, his favorite subjects would be biology + chemistry in high school, & biomedical ethics in university. these were also his best subjects. his worst subject over all was anything to do with economics / finance / etc.

[ 💖 SPARKLING HEART - is MAXIME a subtle or a showy lover? ]

definitely more on the subtle side! he's very generous with his affections because he doesn't see the point in hiding them when life is so fleeting (mind you he got divorced for no fucking reason?) however he has a difficult time showing it, especially outside of the comfort of privacy. he's not excessively fond of public displays of affection. shows love through quality time + acts of service and in relationships will do a lot of acts of service as he likes to feel useful. he may not explicitly say he loves you but you will know, and that goes for both platonic and romantic dynamics.

[ 🔪 KNIFE - how does GUINEVERE react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame? ]

neve's first instinct is to blame herself, especially when she sees it happen, as it did with both her friend & brother. in her mother's case, she blames that on external forces (mercy) because she, in her eyes, had no direct involvement and no influence in changing what happened. neve becomes extremely investigative during these times and will often start isolating herself as she figures it's the best way to 'solve' the 'problem'. spoiler: it isn't.

[ 👖 JEANS - what is GUINEVERE'S go-to outfit? ]

her casual / every-day outfits blend style & comfort! she generally goes for some nice trouser pants and a solid color blouse or turtleneck that works with anything. they also prefer to dress it up sometimes with a statement jacket, coat, or jewelry.

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟷  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  **********

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟸  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  * **** ***** *** ***** *******

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟹  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄?  𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  ********** ** ***** **** *** ******

               𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂

𝟶𝟶𝟷.   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ...

⋯⋯⋯   GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:   maxime d'aureville. NICKNAME(S):   max. ALIAS:  agent vitalis. AGE:   forty2. DATE OF BIRTH:   november 23. PLACE OF BIRTH:   a small little town in northern france. CURRENT LOCATION:   apex city, washington. GENDER:   trans man. PRONOUNS:   he/him. ORIENTATION:   who the fuck knows really. ROLE:   head of biomedical,  seventeen years with mercy. EDUCATION LEVEL:   doctor of medcine and phd (in pharmaceutical sciences, specifically regarding solaris) 

⋯⋯⋯   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:   5'9. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS:   none. SCARS: top surgery. STYLE:   medical professional core.  max and his patagonia jacket against the world.  turtlenecks,  cableknit sweaters,  slacks,  long jackets.  still wears his wedding ring on a chain around his neck out of habit.  DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:   greyed early.

⋯⋯⋯   HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   recently,  due to situations,  max has trouble sleeping through the night and will often forgo sleep all together.  he sleeps at his office,  not at home or in the on campus dorms.  EATING HABITS:   whenever he remembers.  is a good cook though. SOCIABILITY:   2/10.  will not speak to people if he doesn't absolutely have to. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS:   sometimes,  enjoys wine   /   quit the habit when he started medical school,  picked it up again since separating from his husband   /   solaris. RADIANT STATUS:  pain manipulation. OTHER:   unexplained and undisclosed hand tremor and slight memory loss, chronic pain (pre-existing before solaris).

⋯⋯⋯   PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:   beware the quiet ones, byronic hero, cannot spit it out, child prodigy, full-name basis, the leader, perpetual frowner, properly paranoid, thousand-yard stare, feel no pain, mad scientist, self-made orphan. INSPIRATIONS:   caleb widogast (cr2),  victor vale (villains),  lee seolhwa (orv). TRAITS:   pragmatic,  analytical,  logical,  perceptive,  realistic,  evasive,  cautious,  paranoid,  contemplative,  grim,  forgetful (recent),  ambitious (previously), skittish (somewhat recent). LIKES:   rain,  white noise,  helping newer agents. DISLIKES:   talking about himself,  cold weather,  people standing in the kitchen when he was there first. WEAKNESSES:   strength-based combat,  de-escalation,  anything that involves talking to others for an extended period of time,  persuasion,  performance. STRENGTHS:   medicine,  dexterity-based combat,  planning,  readjusting upon complications,  perception,  endurance. FEARS:   fire,  abandonment. HABITS:   cracking knuckles,  keeping hands in pockets or otherwise hidden (recent),  fiddling with lighter,  clicking pen, calling people by either their agent name or full first name / doesn't often use nicknames. HOBBIES:   journaling,  caring after stray cats,  reading medical journals.

⋯⋯⋯   FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER:   anna d'aureville,  deceased. FATHER:   charles d'aureville,  deceased. SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   just divorced....  BEST FRIEND:   tba.  EXES:   ex-spouse (name tba).  SIBLING(S):   none.  CHILDREN:   none.  PET(S):   none, but he feeds the stray cats that linger around the hq and his home.

𝟶𝟶𝟸.   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂   … 

born and raised in a little town in france by a couple who were both teachers. very normal life, very normal things. max always held an interest in the human body, medicine, pharmaceuticals, etc and did what he could to learn more. the d'aurevilles were literally the perfect family... kind loving caring etc etc.

[ parental death tw, fire tw ] when he was a teenager, he left a space heater on when he went out with some friends. unfortunately the wiring / circuitry in the house was old and not up to code and the whole thing ended up burning down overnight with his parents still inside. unfortunately they didn't make it.

maxime moved across the world to live with his dad's younger brother, wife, and their three kids in washington, usa. became incredibly reserved and closed off during this time for obvious reasons. through himself into his studies further.

ended up graduating top of his class in highschool, worked as an EMT during college (during which he was forced to confront literal fires quite a few times and never really was able to deal with that considering the guilt he's been carrying, but he trudges on!), and went to a very well ranked medical school for an md/phd program. particularly he was interested in solaris and the true effects of it on the human body. eventually this + the past he ran away from + his time as an emt + some other stuff i can't think of right now caught the eyes of mercy, and he joined as a junior agent while he completed his medical degree & residency.

after being placed in the biomedical division, he felt that it would be unfair of him to be administrating solaris without having taken it himself. there was no way he could anticipate what would happen, and while at times he regrets the whole thing, he understands that what he did benefits everyone around him as he is able to help relax patients and relieve their pain when needed.

met his husband, an agent in another division, when he was around 35. they hit it off pretty instantly and got married a little over a year later (read: they went to the courthouse and signed papers and called it a day. no one has time to fuck around with all that when theyre mercy agents). they were married for five and a half years, and have been divorced for some months now. while they both claim it was a mutual decision, it probably wasn't, but max isn't gonna say shit about it.

part of the reason max brought up separation was that he noticed some strange memory loss effects & a hand tremor for himself which was... disconcerting. he's the head of the department for fuck's sake, he has to keep it together. overall, pretty selfish of a decision, but it wasn't made overnight. he weighed the pros/cons and made a list (it took up approximately a quarter of a new journal) and came to the conclusion that it is more valuable for him to figure out why this is happening while balancing his duties as head than it is for him to worry about his husband whenever there's a mission. stupidest doctor you will ever have the displeasure of meeting.

skittish, evades questions like its an olympic sport. can get a little emotional pretty easily which is Not fun for anyone within his vicinity (see below). cares for cats more than he cares for himself. having a terrible fucking time always and it's obvious. practically lives in his office. does not want to be head of the department but alas, he still has the ambition he had when he was younger and is somehow determined to not let teenage maxime down.

𝟶𝟶𝟹.    𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂   ...

max can freely manipulate prexisting pain by increasing or decreasing how much pain he, or someone else, is feeling.  through practice, he has learned how to induce pain from nothing, but it's much more difficult, energy draining, and often overwhelms him with pain as well.  it is much more effective to amplify preexisting pain. no physical contact is required, as long as he has eyesight with the person / people he is effecting.  can transfer his own existing pain to others, but it's an unstable process.  is able to create a subconcious aversion to his presence, if he really wants to, by inducing very subtle amounts of pain within people around him. 

unable to control this while asleep or uncious, and nightmares or other such strong dreams can cause him to unintentionally induce a level of pain within anyone in his vicinity.  

can't permanently remove pain, but he can temporarily alleviate pain that a person is feeling.  often, he has to take that pain on himself.

hair went grey shortly after taking solaris because of the stress of the pain he was feeling as he wasn't able to properly control or understand his ability.

max attributes his hand tremor and moments of memory loss to his solaris intake / radiant status,  though he's told no one else about this and intends to keep it this way.

𝟶𝟶𝟺.   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   ...

updated soon... prommy

imagine being this stunning

          she  didn't  mean  to  be  caught  watching  —  not  that  she'd  constitute  what  she  was  doing  as  such.  it's  simply  that  she  prefers  working  out  at  this  hour  on  this  specific  day  because  months  of  research  and  data  gathering  had  proved  that  this  was  the  ideal  time  to  get  the  place  for  herself.  

          "     a  favor  ?     "     in  a  heartbeat.  she  doesn't  expect  anything  in  return,  doesn't  even  want  reciprocation  later  down  the  line.  anything  for  anyone  without  question.     "     absolutely.     "     yejide  steps  behind the bag in question  and  steadies  it  for  sabine.     "     training  is  always  easier  with  someone  else,  y'know.  even  if  it's  for  support like  this  or  the  moral  kind.     "     advice  and  commentary  offered  without  anyone  asking  for  it  in  the  first  place.  foot,  meet  mouth.  she  wasn't  nowhere  close  to  be  in  a  position  to  dole  out  suggestions,  but  she's  always  had  trouble  keeping  her  thoughts  to  herself.     "     hey,  just  wondering.  when's  the  last  time  you  took  a  break  ?     "

               *     OPEN  STARTER         »         mercy’s  fitness  center .

               "     the  sun  had  set  long  ago  the  moment  sabine  manages  to  fall  ,  finally  ,  easily  into  her  routine  .  she  didn’t  like  to  train  alone  ,  but  the  busy  schedule  of  these  last  few  weeks  ,  overwhelming  even  for  her  ,  had  made  it  rather  difficult  to  have  it  any  other  way  .  punching  the  bag  right  in  front  of  her  ,  a  growl  of  annoyance  falls  from  pouty  lips  at  the  erratic  movement  of  the  sack  ,  hence  the  faint  steps  behind  her  shone  like  a  beacon  in  her  struggle .  she  steps  closer  ,  only  a  few  inches  ,  smoothly  ,  and  narrows  her  eyes  in  a  futile  attempt  to  identify  the  silhouette  in  the  dim  light .     "  hey  ,  can  i  ask  you  a  favor ? "     favors  weren’t  a  thing  she  asked  for  ,  not  serious  ones  ,  but  this  was  so  frivolous  she  didn’t  even  stop  to  think  the  way  she  phrased  her  words .      "  could  you  ,  uhm  …  hold  the  bag  for  a  few  minutes  ,  i  need  to  try  something  and  it  keeps  …  fucking  moving .  "     despite  her  efforts  to  sound  collected  ,  the  frustration  was  palpable  in  her  voice  ,  and  a  huff  emanated  from  her   —   tired  ,  irritated  ,  aggravation  gnawing  at  her  insides  like  a  starving  dog  .

 ＊   // GREATPAIN      ⋯⋯⋯   a dependent blog for mercyorg , explored by keva.

YEJIDEMUYIWA : twenty8. agent byte. intelligence. radiant status not available. he/they/she. ⋯⋯⋯ introduction. exploration. communications.

MAXIMED'AUREVILLE : forty2. agent vitalis. biomedical (head). radiant status pain manipulation. he/him. ⋯⋯⋯ introduction. exploration. communications.

GUINEVERELOVELACE : twenty9. former mercy agent. apex news network reporter. she/they. ⋯⋯⋯ introduction. exploration. communications.

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @putresceres ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTHADES  +  AGENTBYTE

            "     didn't  know  what  you  could  use  right  now,  so  i  got  a  little  bit  of  everything.     "     they  elbow  their  way  through  the  door  to  the  surveillance  center,  a  to-go  drink  carrier  in  each  hand.     (     five  coffees  with  various  amounts  of  sugar,  cream,  dairy  substitutions,  syrups,  and  caffeine  ;  one  redbull  ;  one  monster  ;  and  a  single  mango  white  claw  as  a  little  treat  )     they,  like  most  everyone  else  in  intelligence,  ignore  the  signs  declaring  no  food  and  drink  near  computers  as  they  approach  prudence.     "     pick  your  poison.  were  you  able  to  make  any  headway     ?     "

Ayo Edebiri as Sydney Adamu in The Bear — 2.04 "Honeydew" + 2.05 "Pop"

          three  smoke  breaks  and  two  faked  urgent  calls  into  the  ball,  and  maxime's  run  out  of  options  to  evade  conversation.  he  can't  so  easily  slip  away  considering  his  position,  so  he  lingers.  watches.  smiles  when  it  is  appropriate,  claps  when  everyone  else  does,  and  pretends  that  he  is  not  a  husk  parading  around  without  a  soul  attached  to  the  body.  his  applause  after  ceo  kang  steps  off  is  stilted,  mind  still  processing  what  this  will  mean  for  the  organization,  and  then  darkness descends  and  everything  stops.  he  waits.  extends  his  sense  of  pain  out,  probing  for  any  spikes  in  the  baseline  he'd  measured  at  the  start,  only  to  find  no  anomalies  as  far  as  he  can  reach.  max  remains  on  high  alert  as  his  vision  adjusts  to  the  emergency  lighting,  scanning  his  surroundings,  ensuring  that  everyone  is  uninjured  within  his  line  of  sight  by  second  nature.     "     this  is  my  default,  agent  hera.     "     it  isn't  —  not  recently.  his  posture  is  fixed,  shoulders  back,  nothing  like  the  coward  he's  been.  all  it  takes  is  a  dash  of  fear  to  get  the  adrenaline  running.     "     i  am  unconcerned  about  the  message.     "     he  lacks  skills  to  manage  a  breach,  physical  or  technical.  maxime  focuses  on  what  he  can  control.     "     which  combined  with  the  mood  lighting  might  cause  panic  with  our  junior  agents.  panic,  which  causes  injuries  inadvertently.  forgive  me  if  i  lack  faith  in  them.     "

𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 … open starter ⟳ governors ball ; 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 .

❛   champagne   ,   thank   you   .   ❜   crystal   chimes   against   the   marble   countertop   adorning   the   bar,   the   round   of   applause   it   accompanies   almost   deafening.   zita's   own   hands   mimic   the   actions   of   others,   the   sound   hollow   and   empty,   a   reflection   of   truer   sentiments   towards   the   collaboration   –   just   another   stakeholder   to   appease   ,   the   voice   of   cynicism   muttered   within.   deft   digits   eventually   curl   around   the   tall   stem   of   her   champagne   flute,   the   glass   brought   to   lips   and   its   libation   savoured   ;   at   least   they   hadn't   scrimped   on   the   alcohol ,   which   was   so   often   the   case   at   such   galas.   no   sooner   had   the   glass   met   her   lips   the   room   descended   into   darkness   ,   emergency   lighting   swiftly   &   brightly   illuminating   the   concerned   and   confused   expressions   on   the   faces   of   the   attendees   ;   posture   rigid   ,   hues   assessing,   zita   mirrored   the   facades   of   others .   vibrations   from   within   her   purse   directed   her   attentions   and   with   her   phone   retrieved ,   the   message   was   read .   posture   relaxed   ,   lips   meeting   the   glass   once   more   for   a   calming   sip   .   ❛   don't   look   so   ...   serious   ,   we   do   not   wish   to   cause   a   panic   .   ❜   her   voice   was   low,   scarcely   a   whisper   to   the   colleague   beside   her   .

would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no