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The five fundamental clusters of personality traits in contemporary psychology.

EXTRAVERSION

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : outgoing ★★★★★★★★★☆ : risk-taking ★★★★★★★★★☆ : excitement-seeking ★★★★★★★★★☆ : physically adventurous

AGREEABLENESS

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : trusting ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : compassionate ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : empathetic ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : enjoys company

NEUROTICISM

★★★★★★★☆☆☆: angry ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : depressed ★★★★★★★★★★ : anxiety ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : self-disciplined ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : hard-working ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : prepared/dutiful ★★★★★★★★★☆ : aims to over-achieve

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : likes new things ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : likes novel settings ★★★★★★★★★☆ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

#!HC

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#!GALLERY #!VANITY #!SING MY ANGEL #q.

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#!GALLERY #!VANITY #q.

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Cross would find a single, unwrapped box on his bed. If he opened it, he'd find a printed-out image of a "Forever Alone" meme. That's it.

☩ He was memed upon...again. God help Lavi should he be found.

#recordism #Questions

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☩ Blah blah blah, was all he heard as Allen scolded him. Still dressed up as the Jolly Man Himself, forsaking his normal priest attire, he dropped the sack of gifts next to him as he took the money from his apprentice. ☩ To keep appearances up, the smile dropped from his face and the cigarette in his hand went back to his mouth. Cross leaned back a little, trying to look as nonchalant as he could when dressed up as Santa Claus. ☩ "Good enough," he remarked rudely, putting the money in his pocket. The older man leaned down to pick up the sack and before Allen would know it, Cross was walking away. Timcanpy stayed near Allen, fluttering around his head. ☩ However, just as Allen would either lose all hope or go 'this is typical', Cross, several meters away, stopped short. He turned on his heels. As he walked, he dug through the sack, and by the time he got back to Allen, he had pulled out three packages, somewhat messily wrapped. ☩ "Almost forgot." Whether or not he did in fact forget was completely up in the air. After all, he could just have been faking Allen out... ☩ He handed Allen the gifts individually, making him open each one before he would hand him the next one. In the first, the smallest, would be some cherry cordials, of Cross's favorite brand. The second, somewhat larger, included some of the ribbons that Allen always seemed to wear, as well as a new pair of gloves that looked almost delicate. The third and final box was rather large, and upon taking the first layer of wrapping paper off, Allen would find another layer, then inside the box would be another wrapped, smaller box, and so on and so forth. The final, smallest box inside, even included duct tape. Cross stood there with a straight face the entire time, cigarette hanging from his lips. ☩ This smallest box held a rectangular tin and a card. The card seemed rushed, and handwritten, as if it were homemade, though Cross obviously tried to write a little neater than usual. The card read inside:

Allen,

You're an idiot, but you're my idiot apprentice.

I've watched you grow from the small, crying, pathetic boy in that cemetery into a strong, fine, young man that stands before me today. You've grown up so much that it truly does bring tears to my eyes late at night when I think about what lies ahead in your future.

The truth is, I'm not sure what lies ahead in both of our futures, but I'm sure they continually intersect. Or, perhaps, fate forgets me altogether, and I end up dying at the hands of my own gun, leaving dust in my wake.

Whatever is in store, I know that you can handle it. You can possibly handle it better than I can.

I watch you interact with your friends, watch you protect them and watch you encourage them. I watch how gentle you are, but I also watch how you never, ever stand down for what you believe in.

You have exceeded my expectations.

You are everything Mana would have hoped for. And more.

Keep on walking. Never stand still. I will walk with you.

Happy birthday, Allen. And merry Christmas.

C.M.

☩ As Allen's eyes would scan over the letter, Cross could feel his heart in his throat, a solid lump. He never was good with words with that sort of thing, and he hoped that it didn't sound too bad, that he had gotten his point across. His hand shook a little as he took the cigarette from his mouth, and he averted his eyes. ☩ Inside the tin was a beautiful, if slightly worn, silver rosary, with beautiful rubies and diamonds as the markers, chains linking them together. ☩ "It... It was mine. I know neither of us are very religious nowadays, but..." He trailed off, squashing the cigarette out under the heel of his boot. With his now free hand, he reached around and hugged Allen--tightly, yet fleetingly. He blinked his eye a few times and kissed the top of the boy's head. ☩ "Happy birthday, idiot," was all he said, voice wavering, before the familiar incantations were said under his breath, and he was gone in a flash, Timcanpy with him. ☩ When he teleported back into his room, he dropped the sack, and wiped his face off, drying the wetness with his sleeve. He couldn't believe himself right now. ☩ How pathetic.

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❝ While I was out searching for a gift for you, I realized I wouldn’t be able to buy the liquor you like so much since I’m underage. So I didn’t. But here’s the money for it. ❞ And now he’d hand Cross just enough money to buy one bottle of his liking. ❝ You really shouldn’t be drinking at all, Master. ❞

❝ But Merry Christmas regardless. ❞

#cursedeye #cursedeye 03 #I GUESS!!!!#!

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There wasn't much to tell anyone had been there. The only changes that were apparently made to the room was the bag of hard liquor and the companion red wine that sat on the desk laying over a Christmas card. Inside the bag there were also two key chains, one shaped oddly like a coffin, and the other looking like a hanged man.

☩ He had passed over it at first. Coming home from a long day at the bar and contemplating what his life really meant, he didn't really much pay attention to his surroundings. He flopped into the bed and covered his face with his hands, elbows sticking in the air. ☩ Only when Timcanpy whipped him in the face with his tail did he realize something was wrong. Cross sat up, pulled his shoes off and jacket off, and glanced over to the table. Taking long strides, he removed the liquor from the bag. Normally, hard liquor wasn't his taste, but he wouldn't ever pass up a gift. ☩ He looked down at the Christmas card and set the wine aside. Opening it, he found it was without a signature. He had made a few friends here in this city, of course, but who would break into his apartment in order to give him gifts? With an unsigned card? ☩ Cross dropped the bag and a sort of cling clang sound startled him when it hit the table once more. He forgot something, or didn't see it. Reaching in, he pulled out the two accompanying keychains. ☩ He saw the coffin quite easily. One of his weapons was a coffin, of course. The coffin was blank, though, not related to Maria's coffin. The other keychain--it frightened him.

☩ Was this supposed to be a threat? A hanged man? ☩ He threw both keychains against the wall, heart beating rapidly in his chest; his hand went to his holster, where lithe fingers brushed over the familiar curve of Judgement's handle comfortingly. ☩ He opened the bottle of hard liquor, going without a cup. Timcanpy settled next to the keychains on the floor.

#!#Anonymous #Questions

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“Merry Christmas, General Cross.” She states kindly, offering a brightly wrapped gift to the male. “I wasn’t quite sure what to get so I hope it’s okay!” Inside he would find a set of nice ties for whenever he decides to dress nicely.

☩ With a bright smile, he took the gift. Of course, being as vain as he was, he would always accept gifts. That's why Christmas was one of his favorite holidays. Ironically, he always forsook his priestly nature on this Blessed Day, preferring to go the commercialist route instead. ☩ He opened it and ran his fingers over the nice ties. They were just his color and style. He smiled again at Lenalee. Pulling down the fake beard to his chin, he spoke. ☩ "Thanks, honey." The words were gentle and lush, full of love--though not like his normal charismatic voice he normally gave the ladies. He truly loved Lenalee, purely platonically. ☩ "This is for you," he said gruffly after a moment of staring into the girl's eyes...and pulled out a poorly wrapped present from the sack he had dropped on the ground next to him. ☩ Inside Lenalee's own gift, she would find several pairs of those fuzzy, fun socks.

☩ "Ah, hold on, almost forgot this, too," he added, handing her another gift, wrapped a little neater. Inside this one was a gorgeous pair of black high heels that looked a little older fashioned. Unbeknownst to Lenalee, they were the same type, style, and color that Maria wore. ☩ "Enjoy!" Cross waved to her, sticking the gift he had received into the sack and hobbling off, putting the beard back on and searching for more ladies.

#!#conpedes #Questions

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☩ Currently, the man was dressed as Santa. Normally he wouldn't be caught dead in this much red, as it just wasn't his style, but this was it. Complete with fake beard. ☩ He stood in the middle of a large clearing in District 001, with a sack slung over his shoulder and a cigarette in his mouth. Cross eyed the women that walked past, and would occasionally ask in a carefree voice to them, "Would you like to sit on Santa's lap?"