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broken-clover · 11 months

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Certainly! Ngl I always love having an excuse to talk about the aquarium.

-Sol is simply a very surly fishie who does not like anyone ever. Generally, though, it isn't as though he chases anything down until it's dead, once it's out of his personal bubble he won't waste any more energy. His main way of chasing things out of his space is through nonlethal (but still very painful) bites. Presumably on accident, he once caught Raven by the leg in just the wrong spot and bit through an artery. Raven insists after the fact that it was funny, despite them having to move Sol out and fully drain his tank in order to get all the blood cleaned out, not to mention the fact that Raven technically died both from blood loss and drowning in his own blood at the same time (he was fine though, came back to work the same week in good spirits)

-May, at least, is friendly, she just has the recurring flaw of not being able to recognize her own absurd dolphin strength. She's cost a fortune in tank repairs from how she keeps smashing things while playing around. It doesn't seem purposeful, she's just naturally very destructive. The most severe accident was smashing her own tank wall and flooding her entire section of the aquarium, which nearly took out Axl, Jack-O and numerous patrons all at once. Thankfully, aside from a few minor injuries, the worst of it was scaring the hell out of people and needing to replace the wall and carpets. Fun fact, May's tank plexiglass is 2.5x as thick as the rest of the aquarium's now.

-Millia has a similar sort of problem, not so much 'stronger than she thinks' but 'has tentacles that massively outdo human grip strength.' She doesn't tend to get outright violent, but whenever something annoys her, she tends to grab it with a tentacle and drag it away from her. During a routine cleaning while Axl was pulling old bits of food out of the fan vents, he got a bit too close, and Millia half-strangled him in the process of trying to get him out of her personal space. Cephalopod mer seem to have aggressive grip strength as a common issue, but we'll get more into that later...

-Baiken is a hard call. Half of the staff are pretty sure Baiken was intentional. Like Sol, she has a very volatile temper, and she keeps grudges. In another of Raven's 'tells it at company meetings like it's a funny anecdote and then gets surprised when everyone ends up staring at him in silent bewilderment and/or horror' Baiken managed to injure him, not with biting or scratching or any standard form of attacking, but by straight up smashing her tail so hard into the back of his head that it cracked the bone. It was one of the few times an injury was bad enough to convince Raven to go home, because he was concussed to the point where he kept slipping into Old German (nobody has any idea where the hell he even learned that), nearly stabbed himself in the side of the head confusing a screwdriver for his radio, and repeatedly mistook I-no for his aunt Frieda.

-Leo is just a big blustery idiot. His main issue is, like full-body catfish, he has sharp spines on his fins, and is also venomous. The venom isn't potent and isn't much of a worry unless it gets in someone's eyes, but being the size he is means he basically has multiple knives sticking out of his back. Part of protocol with him is ensuring you know where he is at all times while in the same space as him, because Leo oftentimes doesn't pay attention.

As for the intentional ones...

-Answer is an intelligent squid and he uses it for evil. Okay maybe not 'evil,' but it took a lot of mellowing out thanks to Chipp before they could ease up on the several full pages of special protocols on him, because Answer is just as smart as the aquarium staff, if not significantly smarter, and he is not afraid to make that very clear. If he gets fed too late or doesn't like the enrichment he's given, he knows how to shoot water above his tank in order to hit the ceiling and short out the power. He's responsible for Raven's second legal death (he refuses to explain what happened the first time, the best you'll get is vague mentions) After a very difficult checkup with him, the next time Raven came in to bring his food, Answer dragged him into his tank with several tentacles and managed to snap his neck. By the time they managed to wrestle him back out after several full minutes underwater and bring him to a hospital, everyone assumed he was a lost cause, and weren't extremely surprised when they had to sign the death paper...of course, the moment they did, the amiodarone finally kicked in, and it was a whole mess for everyone involved. Raven likes showing off the scar on the back of his neck that he got from spinal surgery

-Romeo is a biter. That's all there is to it. They wonder if it's just natural from him being a shark, but Johnny has never been anywhere near as bad. He's kinda like the resident feral cat. He hates being touched, hates being moved, hates being looked at for too long, and will respond to anything he doesn't like by chomping a hole out of it. Even just giving him a haircut usually involves tranquilizing him because he'll repeatedly attempt to bite anything that gets anywhere near him. He's gotten slightly better over time, very slightly, but it's best to approach him with thick gloves on and your guard always up. Generally, cookiecutter sharks aren't actually of any real danger to humans, but the majority of them are not 1. the size of a human adolescent with teeth to match and 2. filled with a disdain for every other living thing in existence

#blood #injuries #death #Illyria Aquarium AU #guilty gear #sol badguy #May #millia rage #baiken #leo whitefang #answer #bedman

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nibeul · 3 years

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Please I want to know more about your clones 🤔🤔

I am so late to responding to this but GLADLY!! I love gushing about them though I have so many (like 50 I think) so I will try to stick to my main group ahh :)

Cross (he/him): Cross was my first clone OC ever, so he holds a very special place in my heart even if I do not draw him often enough. He’s a commander (CC-0044) and was present on Geonosis, though later returned to Kamino to help Alpha with the CC training program.

He got his scar in 21BBY and it’s actually not from the battlefield (none of his scars are actually from the battlefield). The scar comes from being whipped by a lightsaber hilt, which sounds funny out of context, but it wasn’t an accident.

He’s batchmates with @katanrocksketches ‘s OC Asch! The two were pretty close when they were in training, and Cross got his name before leaving Kamino. It was given to him because of his kind of uhhh, “cross nature” or disposition pfft. He softens up a bit between 22BBY-20BBY though the walls go up again after that :’)

Coming off Kamino, he was a stickler for rules and was not a big fan of clones tattooing themselves/dying their hair and whatnot (he didn’t even like having a name at first though his batchmates used it enough that it begrudgingly stuck). After meeting Sunny though, he lets him do one tattoo and ends up getting his number underneath his left eye. It is like, staying to how he believes they should be while also accepting that it’s ok to be individual.

Cross’s favorite color is red because for him, red represents Ando (my Padawan OC) and they are very close (NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAY. He sees Ando as his little brother or kih’vod to protect).

Cross actually does not know a lot of Mando’a because of his belief that they should not try to be seen as individuals. He distanced himself from anything that he considered “individualization”, and Mando’a was included in that. Sunny teaches him a little bit later down the line, and Ando also teaches him and Ten (another clone OC of mine) some Togruti, too

Part of Cross’s strict disposition comes from being subject to Priest’s death circles on more than one occasion (I might retcon that to Adral—a mando OC of mine—because I hate KT Ugh).

By the end of the war, he carries a lot of guilt. He loses a lot of the people he’s closest to because of his actions/orders, and he uh. Doesn’t live past O66 :’) he does get a very quick.. redemption.. arc.. kinda..

Sunny (he/him): Sunny was my second clone OC made around the same time as Cross, and he also holds a very special place in my heart :) I really love clone medics, there is just something about them that makes my brain go brrrr. I also think the irony of his name is great

Sunny’s name was originally Sers, but after writing him for a few weeks, I changed it because I thought Sunny fit better. His name was given to him by his batchmate, Aran, and while he vehemently protested against it, the name ended up sticking. He won’t admit that he actually likes it (though the tattoo and painting of his armor say otherwise anyway)

Sunny is the CMO of the 409th Corps (my OC military group basically). He’s a Lieutenant (or at a rank around there, definitely a CO at the least) and he does not back down. Ever. Even the people who outrank him will fall into line if he tells them to, Jedi included. He is not afraid to pull rank as a Medic, and his resting bitch face can be very scary

On the same line of thought as the rbf, he is basically perpetually scowling. He does not look approachable at all

Sunny loses the entirety of his batch on Geonosis, including Aran who he holds onto while he is dying. The Jedi leading Sunny’s company was.. not accustomed to war and failed to adapt when it was needed. Because of this, Sunny doesn’t necessarily harbor a dislike of Jedi, though he does not really trust many of them in leading positions. He also does not like that there are kids being put in the role of commander, he does see many Padawan deaths (he later comforts a dying Padawan that he was close to, I think I wrote part of that scene for myself and it was kinda upsetting oof) —> he gets his tattoo/paints his armor in order to honor his dead batchmates

Throughout the war, Sunny gets seriously injured only once after going down in an LAAT (where he nearly ends up dying too). Boost finds him, though he’s kinda accepted that he’s not gonna make it (I mean he does but it doesn’t look like he will for a bit). After Flip (younger clone OC) dies, he doesn’t really care if he kicks the bucket either :’)

Sunny is the only one out of my main gang to make it past O66. His chip doesn’t work at all, though he has to fight through his brothers (aha, the only ones who are still alive that he is close with) in order to save a Jedi youngling that was in the medbay at the time. After that, he goes on the run with the kid (clone dad clone dad) and offers his services as a doctor in the outer rim in order to keep them afloat

Boost (he/him) (she/her) [either or, there is no real preference]: Boost has gone through a lot of changes design wise. He started out as Dax, but then Dax became another OC, then she was Boost, though she had kinda short hair that was pushed back by a headband, then his hair was buzzed, and now we are finally at long hair Boost. Idk how to describe, but she is very shaped I think

Boost for his nickname from bear hugging his batchmates and lifting them off the ground when doing so. Also from fucking around in training where he threw another one of his batchmates in order to get from one ledge to another. All around just a name with silly origins that she liked and decided to keep

Boost and Sol are batchmates!

Boost is very tactically intelligent. She’s good at thinking on her feet, sees the bigger picture before focusing on details, good problem solver, etc. He is an ARC after all, there is good reason for his status and rank as a Lieutenant. That being said, he can also be very very stupid in the sense that off the battlefield, he’s oblivious. He does enjoy being the jokester of the group, and he sometimes plays up his dumbassery for jest, though yeah, a lot of people assume that he is not smart because of his demeanor which is very wrong

Boost is terrible. Terrible at braiding her hair. Sol is the best at braiding it, though she would never admit that even if everyone knows it. He started growing his hair out once they were off Kamino and hasn’t stopped since despite the fact that is technically not within regulations. Cross turns a blind eye and Ko (Jedi General) could not care less for inconsequential regulations like that

Boost is really good with kids, but good in the way a uhh.. chaotic uncle/auntie is. He’s a lot of fun to be around with, and being around kids makes him even more rambunctious than usual. He can be what is considered “childish”, pulling pranks and everything but like, he is very emotionally mature and knows when to be serious. Again, a lot of people kinda just boil her down to “dumb” which is really wrong, though it doesn’t bug him a lot.

Boost has a big sweet tooth!! He loves getting sweets when they’re on Coruscant, which they actually tend to visit frequently enough because of Ko’s status as a Sentinel (and also because Ko benefits what the Republic sees as the “propaganda machine” as a prominent General with a good track record).

Boost is romantically involved with @buttsalsa ‘s civilian OC Esta. I reblogged some art of them the other day, they are very cute :D

Boost doesn’t make it to Order 66 :’) I actually wrote out his death and cried after going back to read it LMAO It was rough

Sol (he/him): Sol was made as a package deal with Boost, and I feel bad because I think he gets overshadowed a lot but he is kinda like the rock for the group. When he dies, things really start to crumble but uh!! That is a sad thought for another time. Anyways, like I said, he is basically the rock and also a voice of reason for Boost’s shenanigans

Sol got his nickname after reading through some flimsi that their trainer had given him. He didn’t know if it had any meaning, but he liked the way it sounded and immediately began using it. Boost quickly picked up on it and the rest of their batch was very supportive

Sol loves reading. He specifically likes reading history, and Ando slips him what he can (fun fact, when Sol dies, Boost returns to their bunk to find a couple of holobooks that Ando had left and breaks down aha.. pain). Whenever he doesn’t feel like keeping Boost from causing trouble, he just sits in a quiet corner and reads his books while everything erupts in chaos around him

Sol’s favorite beverage is tea which Ko introduced him to. He has a few boxes he keeps with him when he can, and he shares them with Boost sometimes though he has to add a lot of sugar/honey in order to do that. If he could drink tea all the time, he could. On the flipside, he absolutely loathes coffee and doesn’t understand how Sunny can drink multiple cups on a day

Sol is kinda like the person that everyone is friends with even if they don’t realize it. He’s like.. the perfect emotional pillar, kinda the therapist friend in a group that desperately needs therapy. He’s more of a listener than a talker which is why it’s easy to overlook him, but he insists that he doesn’t mind much. That being said, it’s only once he’s gone that people start to realize just how much he did (aside from Boost who already thought the world of him)

Sol is also an ARC trooper, having gone through the training program together with Boost. He doesn’t have the same tactical knowledge that Boost does, but he’s good at mediating, long range combat, and also working through plans (he’s pretty meticulous). He and Boost balance each other out well, since he is like the “slow and steady” one out of them.

Sol is the first to go out of the main four (second out of my bigger group of six). He and his entire platoon are wiped out in a massacre as a result of false intel.. man :’)

Anyways, thank you for enabling to ramble about my ocs ToT I honestly just needed to infodump shdjf

#clone ocs #infodump #tcw ocs #tumblr ask

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setoangel01-fanfiction · 3 years

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Gardening

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Pairing: Zack Fair x Aerith Gainsborough (zerith)

Rated: T

Story Summary: Zack brings Aerith a priceless gift, and during so, he's also unknowingly fulfilling many more of her tiny little wishes…she'll just have to think up some more. AKA, flowers get planted and a love flourishes…

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Today was going to be perfect.

The fresh scent of topsoil, the earth fragrant and fresh with new life begging to be nurtured under her experienced hands. The small seeds in paper packets and blooming bulbs in trays were nearly enough to bring tears of happiness to Aerith's rich green eyes.

Yet the euphoria she was feeling was nothing but a blip to the full force of the sun that was Zackary Fair.

It was amazing! Her SOLDIER came to visit her at her house rather than her church. Nothing new, but today was different! Instead of only being able to stay for an hour or two before being called off to save Midgar from certain doom, Zack was free to spend the entire day with her - the general's orders! Zack had to even show her Sephiroth's text to prove it and there it was in black and white.

...

"r u sure, seph?"

"For the third and last time, yes, Zackary. I am more than capable of handling things at ShrinRa for one day. Now, instead of continuing to inundate me with fruitless texts, go and have a pleasant day with your female companion."

"but seph! what if u need heelp?"

"That's an order, Fair!"

"...k thanks! see u 2maro! =-D"

"Affirmative. My office for briefing at 700 sharp."

"u got it!"

....

…Wow.

While wanting to reprimand Zack for using such terrible language and grammar to communicate with his superior officer, Aerith completely ignored it to focus on the amazing news! Spending the entire day with Zack was such an exceptionally rare treat she was fully determined to cherish; anting to savor every single, last solitary moment with her handsome blue-eyed boyfriend.

Yet among the gift of his own sunny presence (which would have been plenty enough for her), today, Zack came bearing physical gifts.

Unlike other girls, Aerith had never been someone to care for expensive trinkets to showcase affection such as jewellery, new clothes or purses even if Zack could easily afford it with his First Class paycheck. No, Aerith was far simpler; wanting nothing more than to spend time with him - and she always told him so. The most luxurious thing Zack had bought for her thus far was the bright pink ribbon she scarcely removed from her hair and some delightful floral perfume he mixed himself when they went out on their first date.

Yet instead of some fancy baubles or silk clothing peeking out at her from a large brown box he held out to her was something completely unexpected…

…Zack brought her flowers!

While she grew plenty of her own, Zack had brought her something she could have never found here - flowers cultivated outside of Midgar!

Zack had been deployed on so many missions all over Gaia lately, Junon, Costa Del Sol, and Kalm just to name a few. During these times, they would talk on the phone, text or he would simply send photos to her PHS from locations during his travels. In those small photos he sent, Aerith lit up seeing all the native fauna of the place where he happened to be staying and the flower pictures became a tradition between them. Whenever he'd leave on a mission, he left with a goodbye kiss and a promise to send her pictures of flowers that grew there, and for this past year, he had kept that promise.

But as Zack slowly tilted the box to present her with its contents, Aerith was nothing short of stunned.

Inside were multiple packets of seeds and bags of bulbs. All of the white and brown packaging had his adorably messy handwriting on each with the names of flowers he had sent her pictures of throughout the last year. Deciphering his writing, Aerith noticed the names of more common species from Kalm and Junon but among the packets, there were exotic species from Wutai and even from Banora. Oh! And there were sunflower seeds from Rocket Town!

But…wait, was that -

"...Gongaga?" Aerith asked, noticing the word and glancing up at her boyfriend questioningly.

"Heh. Yeah," Zack chuckled and Aerith noticed his right arm twitch as if he wanted to scratch the back of his head if his hands weren't occupied.

"...Wait, you went to visit your parents? You never told me that! How are they? When did you go see them?" the questions flew out of her mouth at an alarming rate.

Zack just smiled softly (he had such a wonderful smile), "I didn't."

At Aerith's befuddled expression, he clarified, "My mom actually sent them. I wrote her a letter about you - I told her my girlfriend loves to garden and grows flowers and well, the next thing I know, she's sending me back a letter with all these questions along with some seeds from the flowers she and my dad have been growing in the backyard since I was a kid." Zack chuckled nervously as if shy from the information and Aerith felt as if her heart was going to jump straight out of her chest.

Blinking, Aerith glanced back down to the box cradled in his hands, all the work of gathering seeds, drying them and labeling them must have taken forever and he never told her what he was doing!

How he listened so intently as she spoke during the time they spent together this past year, asked questions and was so genuinely interested about her hobby when most times, she thought he was simply indulging her. Yet he was learning so he could give this gift to her… Not to mention the bombshell of him writing a letter to his parents and mentioning her! Proudly calling her his girlfriend and even mentioning her hobbies!

A burning sensation grew in the back of her eyes and she felt a tear slip down her cheek.

"Uh…Aer, i-is everything alright?" Zack's voice broke thorough and she looked up at his adorably nervous face.

"...You really wrote a letter to your mom about m-me?"

"Well, yeah! And my dad too I guess. Uh…I-Is that okay? I thought it would be good to mention it since we've been together for over a year and she's been badgering me about telling her about you when I call, so I figured mentioning flowers would be a safe start-" Zack's voice faded as Aerith lifted her hands and gently cupped his sweet face between her palms. Not mindful of the tears that continually slipped down her cheeks, Aerith couldn't help but smile at Zack, a smile so wide, it made her cheeks ache.

…How did she get so lucky to have this beautiful angel literally drop into her life?

"It's more than okay. It's wonderful…You're wonderful…" she whispered, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones and tenderly caressing the scar on his jaw.

Aerith smiled tenderly as she felt his cheeks heat up under her palms. Zack's looked positively (and adorably) flustered at her comments; for once, she was the one to embarrass him and she relished it.

"Thanks… So are you," Zack replied, nuzzling his cheek against her palm. Such a sweet puppy…

Zack's face was so handsome and kind and eyes pretty and warm that Aerith simply couldn't resist pushing herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him. But before she even get close to closing the gap, her chest bumped right into the cardboard box and Zack yelped as he managed to catch it before it could fall or the seeds could get crushed between them as she regained her balance.

Zack laughed.

Aerith flushed a pink so deep it matched her ribbon.

Probably noticing how Aerith tensed in mortification of her actions, Zack's chuckling died out and he easily broke the tension by suggesting, "Hey, I'm all for kissing later, but how about we plant some of these first?" he nudged her hip softly with the box.

Aerith's face was still reddened but she flashed him a grateful smile. A deep breath later, the green eyed girl straightened her back and easily played along, "Planting new flowers sounds wonderful! But… you'll do exactly as I say this time? Because, Mr. Zackary Fair, if memory serves me right, I remember the last time you helped me try weeding the church…" she placed her hands on her hips and flashed him her best withering stare (it didn't work, he just bit his cheek to withhold laughter).

The longer she stared, Zack's grew sheepish at the memory of that fiasco, his cheeks a bright coral red against his tan skin, "Uh… well, in my defense, all those green stems look the same to me!"

Aerith's withering glare worked this time.

"Oh! O-Of course I'll follow your orders exactly! After all, you're the professional here! Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it!" he announced with determination and a blinding white smile.

"Yay! Just what I love to hear!" she bounced on her toes and clapped, completely breaking character before jumping right back in it with a stern voice, "Alright, First Class SOLDIER, Zack Fair, I order you to plant some flowers and perhaps do some weeding, but make sure to do it correctly this time! Do I make myself clear?"

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am! Operation Midgar Full of Flowers, Wallet Full of Money shall commence immediately!" Zack stated loudly, finally maneuvered the box under one arm and gave her a full SOLDIER salute with rigid stance and stern expression.

Aerith just giggled into her palms before pushing at his shoulder as Zack yelped when the box nearly went flying out of his arms again.

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Scratch that earlier statement - today was definitely perfect.

A few hours later, the couple were knelt in a patch of soft dirt.

The rich brown loam permeating the air and making the normally rank Midgar air sweet and fragrant with the scent of flourishing life. Aerith was barefoot, boots discarded as she dug her toes into the cool grass and merely enjoyed the soft breeze as her fingers raked through the dirt under her palms. The brown soil staining her fingertips and getting under her nails and most likely staining the white and blue dress caught under her knees, but she couldn't care less.

Looking to her left was nothing short of perfection.

The flowers and grass, soil and the promise of new life with every seed planted didn't much matter compared to the man kneeling right next to her. Aerith smiled softy. Her emerald green eyes tracing over Zack's handsome face as he had his complete attention on the soil in front of him. While Zack was known to have the attention span of a puppy on a sugar rush most times, when he put his heart into something, Zack easily gave 110% of focus on that task like he was right now.

Ever so carefully, the SOLDIER listened to her instructions, following her along as she showed him how to plant the seeds he gave her. Till the soil, dig the holes to make sure they were deep enough and far enough apart not to interfere with the seedling next to them. Showed him how much water to give the freshly buried seeds, the perfect amount as to not dehydrate nor to drown. With each step and seed and bulb that he planted, his confidence grew until he was doing it on his own and Aerith couldn't be prouder of her first student!

Heart hammering as she took in Zack's concentrated expression, Aerith took his moment of distraction to complete what she tried earlier - this time with much more success.

Leaning forward on her knees, Aerith gingerly pressed her palms to his broad chest. The incredible firm large pecs under her wandering fingers inflated with Zack's surprised intake of breath as he looked at her in surprise at her forward action. Still retaining her nerve, Aerith grasped at his leather suspender straps, using them for balance as she eagerly pressed her lips against the corner of his plush smiling mouth.

The SOLDIER smiled warmly at her action. Hands wanting nothing to grab at her waist to pull her closer and kiss her properly but with the dirt covering his fingers, he resisted. Instead, he chased her retreating face, brushing his cheek on hers before letting his lips leave feathery strokes along her jaw before planting the softest kiss by her ear.

"What was that for? You trying to distract me?" he whispered and he bit his lip upon feeling her shiver as she nuzzled her face in his neck.

Aerith whole body felt electrified at Zack's question and his warm breath caressing her throat and loose tendrils of hair hanging by her ears. "No. Not really… What if I said I just wanted to?"

"...Oh really?" he asked, pulling back slightly and Aerith mourned the loss of his warmth for only a second as she caught his coy smile."Because if I didn't know better, I think you're just distracting me from gardening…"

"What if I am?" her mouth spoke before her brain even registered it. The words that left her mouth made her flush.

"Hmm... well, if that's the case, I'd say you win," he affirmed with the sexiest smirk she ever saw but before she could respond, Zack's mouth pressed against hers. His head tilting so he could slot his mouth perfectly against hers; the action had her toes curling against the grass as she bit back a rising moan. Aerith's hands grabbed at his raven hair, fingers eagerly cording through soft strands and desperately grasping at him to pull him closer.

Yet all too soon, Zack pulled his mouth away with a sinful pop as Aerith panted frantically, cheeks flushed and confused and a bit miffed that he dared to stop.

"So, since we're almost finished planting the dahlia's, how about we move over this hill and plant the sunflowers near the bridge?" Zack asked all too naturally before flashing her a devious wink.

Aerith was affronted for only a moment before she glared at him, "Nope. I'm in charge, remember?" with little hesitation, Aerith gently pushed aside the remaining seeds and bulbs and pushed Zack onto his back. The SOLDIER easily caving to her hands as she pressed at his shoulders til he rested among the soft grass, the bright green a beautiful contrast to his dark hair. "And I say that you're not allowed to get up until I say so, am I making myself clear, SOLDIER?

"Oh, yes..." he grunted lightly for show as she plopped down on his stomach guard. "Crystal clear, ma'am," he replied biting back a chuckle before she leaned over him and kissed him for all he was worth.

...After all, the seeds could always wait to be planted later…

#zerith #zack fair #aerith gainsbrough #ff7 #ff7r #ff7 remake #ffvii #ff7 fanfition #zerith fanfition

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acedesigns · 4 years

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High Expectations [FF7: Rufus/Reader]

A/N: May continue with this, idk.

Dedicated to @the-temple-pythoness for wanting more Rufus/Reader fanfic, ‘cause same.

Word Count: 2474

You honestly had no idea what the hell the last secretary was doing. There was no organization. No rhyme or reason as to where anything was. Honestly, you thought the secretary was trying to get fired. It was more like the secretary was trying to get their boss fired as per the order of their boss’s boss.

That was unacceptable in your book. Especially now that the boss’s boss was dead and now the boss was the boss. You shook your head knowing that only made you sound like some insane rambler. But it made sense…To you. Maybe your boss, too. He fired the last secretary the moment he was promoted via inheritance.

“Why are there sticky notes everywhere? I don’t even know if they’re relevant anymore,” you grumbled and ran a hand through your hair. You held a sticky note up to the light to try and determine if the ink had faded at all.

“How’s it goin’?”

You jumped and dropped the pale pink sticky note and glanced over. There was a Turk with spikey red hair. Sitting up straight, you cleared your throat. “I’m doing well, thank you. How may I help you?”

He dismissed you with a wave of his hand. “Just checkin’ on the boss’s new secretary. Heard you came in early. Last one sucked and was always late.”

“Yes, well.” Your eyes jumped around on every bit of torn paper on the desk. “I can see that. Did they know how to operate a computer?”

“She knew how to work her cellphone,” he chuckled. He grabbed a chair and dragged it over to your desk. “Other than that, she wrote down messages on something she would tear out of a notebook and leave it on her desk.”

“My god,” you groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. Just by glancing at the pieces of paper, they were so incoherent with the sloppiest of penmanship that you couldn’t understand a single thing she was trying to say.

“But hey, at least the bar is set low.”

“No! It’s not set low!” you protested with a pout. “I have to exceed the bar I set for myself. Which is high, by the way.”

The man chuckled. “You’re a fiery one, aren’t you?”

“More like dealing with constant anxiety,” you muttered under your breath. “Anyways, I’m [Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Reno,” the man replied. He watched with amusement as you started to sort the scraps bit of paper. There was a pile of what you were sure were actually scribbles and no real words, a pile where there were just a couple of words and then scribbles, and a pile of what looked like could be an actual message. “Watcha plannin’ on doing with that?”

“I’ll be scanning and uploading them onto the computer, based on my best estimate as to what they actually say, and about what order they were written,” you hummed in reply. Once they were sorted, you stood and hurriedly made your way over to printer/fax/scanner/time machine.

“You could just toss them,” Reno suggested.

You stiffened at the idea. “No, there could be something important!”

“If there was something important, she wouldn’t have written it down.”

“Still,” you sighed and started the long process of scanning every tiny bit of paper. Of course, you couldn’t just put multiple sheets through the scanner to make it automatic. You had to put it on the scanning glass, one-by-one.

“Excuse me?” a voice sounded from the office’s entrance. There was a soft knock on the door frame. You looked over and saw a woman holding a vase filled with white lilies, roses, daisies, and mums. “I have a delivery for [Y/N].”

“Yes, thank you!” You hurriedly took the vase from the woman and dismissed her, having had already tipped her online.

“What are those fore?”

“His father just died,” you muttered and scrutinized the bouquet for any imperfections, there weren’t any. “I was told he didn’t really care for his father, but I figured it’d still be nice to give him something.” You walked towards where his desk was. It was nearly empty, allowing you to place it with ease.

“Have you even met him yet?” Reno quirked an eyebrow up.

“No.” You returned to your previous position at the scanner and glanced at your watch. You had approximately thirty minutes before you were required to be at work. You were going to be paid by the year, so getting there early didn’t hurt anything.

“Well!” Reno clapped his hands on his thighs before standing up. “I need to get goin’. If you need anything, just holler. I’m sure we’ll see each other a lot.”

“Thank you.” You nodded your head but didn’t redirect your attention away from the pieces of paper you were scanning. Once the green light was done going back and forth nearly a dozen times and the files were sent to your computer, you gathered the pieces of paper to file later. There were other things you needed to prioritize.

Your fingers sped across the keyboard while you searched for any appointments that the president could have. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing for the past few years. You scrunched your nose up in confusion. Even the part-time hourly workers had more meetings than that.

“Did she seriously not schedule a single thing?” you whispered in astonishment at how far she went to suck at her job. “Well, nothing to back up, then.” You wanted to cry from the feeling that you were doing something wrong, but there was nothing you could do.

The elevator dinged. You glanced at your watch. It was about time for the president to show up. Ten minutes early, you noted. Staring at the elevator, you held your breath as the doors opened. A man in a white suit exited the elevator. Quickly, you stood from your seat and bowed slightly as he entered the office.

“Good morning, President Shinra.”

The man paused in his steps and looked over at you. There was a firm frown set on his face. You felt some sweat build up on the back of your neck from his intense stare.

“It’s President Rufus,” he corrected sternly. “I will not be mistaken for my father.”

“My apologies, President Rufus.” You were crying on the inside. Absolutely crying.

“I need to you schedule me a flight to Junon. I need Heidegger to be with me. We’ll most likely be traveling from there. We will need a substantial amount of security personnel without alarming the public as to why their streets are flooded with military.”

“Yes, sir!” you responded quickly and turned towards your computer to start orchestrating the trip.

Rufus nodded before continuing to his chair. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the flowers. He glanced over his shoulder towards you before taking his seat and taking care of business he didn’t finish the night prior.

“A military parade!” you suddenly exclaimed with a wide grin. Then, you paused and covered your mouth with a slightly fearful look towards Rufus. “Sorry.”

“If the idea is worthless, then apologize. What is your idea?”

“Well,” you paused and swallowed your nerves. “One way to move a large number of soldiers would be to hold a parade. It’d be a way to gather support for Shinra, for you to clearly establish yourself as president, and demonstrate the extent of Shinra’s power to those opposed.”

“And would you be able to organize such a thing in less than a week?” Rufus’s steely gaze scrutinized your form for any imperfections.

Your hands formed into tight fists. “Yes.”

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It was day three into planning. The first night, you gathered changes of clothes from your home and temporarily moved into Shinra Tower. You were in the office before Rufus arrived and well past when he left.

There was only the point of getting a chartered flight to Junon that met Heidegger’s preferences. Nothing was good enough for that man. To make matters worse, most air carriers were under their annual maintenance. Why they were all scheduled for the same time was beyond you.

Opening your e-mail, you prayed there was something saying that you got a flight. There it was. The Highwind was available. But just barely. It’d be going into maintenance almost immediately after its arrival to Junon. With a rush, it’d take three days to be completed. If that wasn’t good enough for Heidegger, you would actually murder that man yourself.

There was another e-mail with a file containing and a newly composed song for Rufus’s parade. You opened it and turned up your speakers. Music, that wasn’t half-bad given it was written in only a day, played.

“What are you listening to?”

You jumped and looked up at the president with wide eyes. Quickly, you paused the music. “I-I,” you stammered and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “I commissioned a composure to create this for your parade. The infantrymen will do a small performance to it during the Welcoming March.”

“I see, and what else have you planned?” There was no indication as to how Rufus was feeling. You couldn’t tell if he was pleased, angry, or anything.

“Well, we have banners created with your signature created to be draped down the front of each building on the route. There will be two on each building, actually. Heidegger will be at the front leading a squadron of Soldiers. Then, you’ll follow in a car. If there’s a situation, the car can create a shield and get you out of there quickly. Of course, with the security measures in place, that shouldn’t happen. But you can never be too careful.”

“And what do the banners say?”

“Uh,” you hesitated. “New Age. President of Shinra, Rufus.”

A slight smirk appeared on Rufus’s face. “Very good.” He turned to begin to head back to his desk. “Oh, and we will be needing to cross the ocean to Costa del Sol after I give my speech.”

You froze. “Y-Yes, sir!” You wanted to cry knowing that getting an airship to cross the ocean that day would be impossible. It would have to be a traditional boat or submarine. A submarine was too risky and too cramped.

You stood up with your legs shaking ever so slightly. Slowly, you walked over to the president’s desk. “Excuse me, sir.” He looked up at you and motioned for you to continue. “All of Shinra's aircrafts will be undergoing maintenance on the day of your speech. Would a ship suffice?”

“That’ll be fine.”

You let out a breath you were holding and gave a weak smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“Relax, [Y/N],” Rufus spoke once you turned to head back to your desk. “You’re exceeding expectations.”

You felt your cheeks head up at the praise. “Th-Thank you, sir!”

The alarms were blaring on the ship. You looked around in fear. Red lights were flashing. Though you were informed on what to do, your nerves were screaming and you were forgetting. You just needed to get somewhere safe, but where was safe?

“Take a deep breath,” you whispered to yourself to try and stop yourself from having a panic attack.

You looked over to Rufus and Heidegger. Heidegger was running around screaming at his men. You could have sworn he had just punched one of them. Rufus was looking around at the windows and his hand went towards where his shotgun was.

“Sir!” You ran over to Rufus. “We need to get you out of here. There’s a safe room set up for you.”

He nodded towards you as you exited the control room. Soldiers were running down the hall with their guns close to their chests. Some were yelling about a man in a black cape and some sort of monster below deck.

“Multiple casualties!” one yelled as he ran past you.

Your heart hammered. As you led the president down the hall. Your eyes kept clanking behind your soldier to make sure he was still there. In a couple of minutes, you paused in front of the door and swiped your security card.

“Here, sir,” you stated and stepped aside so he could enter the room.

“After you,” Rufus stated.

You scrunched your nose up in confusion. “But sir, your safety--.”

“You will not be a hindrance to my safety by being there.”

Nodding a brief thanks, you entered the room and started to make sure everything was secure. There was an emergency generator, a first-aid kit, and supplies to last a few days. The Turks spared no expense in ensuring the president’s safety and comfort.

The door shut and locked behind the president and he went towards the couch. He moved his shotgun and placed it on the floor next to him. He watched you stare at the door for anyone trying to intrude.

“Relax, [Y/N]. Nothing will happen to us so long as we’re in here.”

“But--.” “The Turks never fail their missions. Their mission is to protect me.”

“With all due respect, sir. Their mission was to protect the late president.”

Rufus chuckled slightly. “It was just the opposite. They were to not be near my father at the time of his assassination. Why do you think Sephiroth was in that building that night? Or how do you think I knew to show up at that tower shortly after my father was killed?”

“I…” you paused in shock. “You hired Sephiroth to kill him?” Rufus didn’t answer, but the smirk on his face said enough. You staggered back to the wall and leaned on it, fearful that your legs would give out from under you. You knew Shinra wasn’t the most ethical corporation, but there wasn’t a single ethical one under capitalism. And you needed the money. But this…Was beyond what you thought you were signing up for.

“Didn’t you know that my father and I didn’t get along?”

“Mmm,” you hummed and nodded your head. “I knew that.”

“Then, why did you give me flowers?”

You looked up at him. Looking back down to the floor, you slid down against the wall until you were sitting. “I know you didn’t like your father. But that didn’t mean you were still upset by it. You might not miss the person, but you might miss the role he could have filled. That you’d never have a good father. They were more for the role you lost, not the person.”

Rufus hummed while thinking. He stood up from the couch and made his way towards you. You watched with slight curiosity, some fear that he was going to kill you. He turned and slid against the wall next to you until you were sitting side-by-side.

“You are by far the best secretary I’ve ever had.”

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金 LFRP - Captain Kuro Solaire (Updated 5/2/21)

NAME: Captain Kuro Solaire AGE: 37 (Appears 29) - (’Relic Cursed’ Immortal, not Invincible.) RACE: Seeker of the Sun, Miqo’te GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Gynephilla, Dom MARITAL STATUS: Poly SERVER: Crystal

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––

HAIR: A slick jet black texture, Kuro’s hair is majority of the time unkempt with downward spikes often cascading across sometimes when grown-out it’s placed in a bandana and combed on the sides. Under rare occurrences the length of his hair can be lower then his shoulders and without being straightened leaving a shaggy and feral look. Often sporting an accompanied goatee through more veteran experience and grizzly age has extended that further with a stubble to boot and long sideburns.

EYES: One eye is often left visible with an amber tint. (Typically while the other eye lays remained behind an eye-patch for a particular reason that is usually left in speculation to other onlookers.)

HEIGHT: 6 fulms, 0 ilms.

BUILD: (Trains and adjusts his mass depending on situation or if injured.) Typically built like an ultimate fighter (ref)

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scattered scars from a gash hidden underneath a leather collar from his first defeat and near end. To followed historical injuries to dragon claws swiped across his hip to rib nearing his chiseled abs, to lance wounds on his pec, bite-mark from a fanged creature adorned on his shoulder. Scratch marks from passion on his back. To matching fiendish talons shredding the opposing side of his rib-cage. With a gashed-cut draped across his right-eye. Lastly an X incision on his chest crossing over his upper-torso and halting near his shoulders to his pecs. -- Additionally donned the cheek scar of his first that he had cast away due to old insecurity and trauma which was resolved. He’s got a tattoo on his forearm of runic engravings with summoner lettering’s that seem to be serving as a seal. Compass on his left-hand to prevent him losing memories of being a sailor that points in all four-directions. The south-seas etched above crossing over his bicep. Behind his back is a Goldbrand Crest a forgotten ritual that has since been lost among the GB Crew as little carry it left but two-survivors. He’s often shirtless for all to see. (Gives him that unrestricted feeling Miqo’tes like plus has meaning to him.)

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Talisman across his neck that has several link-pearls attached to a string with a condor feather which represents ‘freedom’, the pearls mainly allow him to keep in-contact with crew-mates and a bundle of criminal orientated allies or business associates. A combat satchel attached to his belt that allows him quick accessibility and utility. Owns a signature tricorne hat that is leather matching his often outfit of black leather which serves to highlight his seen mysterious and imposing scoundrel aesthetic.

PERSONAL –––-

PROFESSION: Captain of the Goldbrand, navigation, commanding, claiming panties all over Eorzea and providing pleasure where others need the lesson or reminder. Along with a thief, smuggler, diplomat and a veteran sailor. He’s also a chaser of treasure from old relics to folktales passed on in Legends through very little evidence of the existences but scrolls & charts that he reads and plans out accordingly before attempting his plunder for fortune.

HOBBIES: Drinking, Ocarina, Women, Pleasure, More Pleasure, Even more Pleasure, Entertainment (Former Pleasure Dome worker as a Dancer and Escort.) Juggling, Acrobatics, Jury-rigging, Swimming, Teaching, Training, Mentor, Fighting, Fishing, Brawling, Working out. Exploring. Adventuring. Landing into dangerous situations.

LANGUAGES: Fluent (Mostly) Eorzean, Xaelic, and Hingan, Pirate Tongue. (Working on venturing past his horizon to open trades and communications with beast-tribes for business escapades or other relationships.)

RESIDENCE: Ul’dah

FEARS: None. (Backstory behind that) He’s not immune to psychological attacks and is prone to them.

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

SPOUSES: Failed many.

CHILDREN: Bastard children all around who knows you might be one. He’s often out there being ever the man-whore and shameless about the fact.

PARENTS: Hoku Solaire (Father - Alive) - (PC) Rokeia Solaire (Mother - Deceased giving birth to Kuro Solaire)

SIBLINGS: Unknown but Father was a former Nunh of a branch in the Coeurl Tribe, there’s more room to make some. (Has ancestors in an upcoming arc been polishing.)

OTHER RELATIVES: Many unknown. Though Sol Akagane / Founding GB Captain Gark would be considered along with his OG Crew as Family in a more surrogate / adoption style way. Wild Crew.

PETS: Which kind you wondering?

TRAITS –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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HOOKS + OOCLY, I AM –––– (Below cut)

HOOKS –––-

◘ Mystical Journey - Meet Captain who’s rebuilding towards something on a scale higher than the skies that’s far beyond himself. Whether friendships forged, romantic, rival, or outright enemy. Open to plot about just anything whether one-shot, or slice of life. Each confrontation and connection is impactful and holds weight that determines and shapes him, his source of power by himself is extremely low but the wind and orbit of who he’s surrounded swells and creates upon him alongside them or with that fact, he may overcame the impossible multiple times, even his goal of deemed ultimus. He’s lustful, prideful, sinful. Though there’s good in his scoundrel ways and also freely can be interpreted as evil against the pure heart. From descendants to nearly wherever sea’s may touch he can be found voyaging too or from. Depending on the City-State there’s more mystery surrounding him due to him trying to remain under the radar but he’s also pretty brash, open, which can net him in infinite chaos and trouble. This dark and often cursed seemingly lifestyle he’s thrown under sometimes he also needs to be in the company of innocent and light, peaceful individuals. To remain humane and stay on track of him straying from being the problem. Many lives have died under his company, many lessons and time’s he’s ‘wrecked’’ the smallest and few encounters overall tally and aid him with building his compassionate side to see those people again. ◘ Scourges - The worst of the worst pirate crew’s. They command various levels of commandment, control, conquering all that is blue and water-bound. Each hold their own vendetta and thoughts on what being a pirate or their own treasure ‘sake’ they wish to lay ownership. Ongoing and tackling these threats with Captain holds mighty risk. (Subject to your comfort) In this case it can result in injuries, mental trauma, or many afflictions that may provide more experience to your character or layers. - There are no clear solutions on how to defeat, overcome, or maybe it’s just an encounter with a band of Crewmates from the varying Crews, that’ll overall build steps closer to final battles or all-out Warfare or cripple these Crew’s to make him able to defeat them with his Wild Crew. ◘ Ulterior - (Mystery/+18Dark ) - A cultist crew held from marshy swamped seas, polluted and tainted. They blur webs of confusion alongside deceit. Operating in the blends of guises that shadowy walk in public crowds they don’t distinguish themselves. The pressure of this arc will be dark, twisted, and every foreboding, never certain what’s reality. Vastly in concern, they’ve begun becoming more bold and manipulating brave pirate’s, adventures, would-be sea goers who get reported missing soon afterwards. Only to be converted and abducted into this Cultist crew as nearly every encounter with them as they eat and feast off your fears turn’s their targets into belief of a high power, a mad god under all fleshing skin. Visited during nightmares. ◘ OMONGA - (Bloody/Violent +18 Extremely Dark) - This Scourge crew is one of the most dangerous altogether. They’re primitive freaks, viking pirates of sorts. Who outright raid, pillage, slaughter anything that moves approaching their territory. A force unlike any other, a dominating and deathly, blight of a Giant who strike’s fear just mentioned by pirate’s of old, stays clear from him and often plays nice to prevent gaining his wrath or detection, better to submit. YORE of the Gorey Seas is their Captain who destructively holds gatekeeper and one force that Maelstrom even cannot overcome their brute waters as they stay stationary and defensive, he’s not too mobile beyond his ‘Nation’ but his crew are savages and they operate like the fiercest warmongers, also they’ve got berserkers. Used to be known wanted but after many bounty hunters and foolish adventurers tried taking his life and the failures stacked up, using the defeated and weak for soil for harvesting their crops, and even their own fleets could bypass their engineering he remained untouchable. Sort of a necessary bridge from one individual owning all the seas altogether. They’ve a whole hierarchy, torture system, culture, that is ultra barbaric. He’ll need additional power to help him have a chance to survive and maintain more importantly the lives of his Crew. This is his last chance to get it all right. (There’s more too but I’ll save them unless asked or somehow the other’s become dealt with or too full.) ◘ Wanted: Deadman - (Suspenseful / Thriller / Mystery) - Recently Captain had resurfaced from death making advancements and pursuits only identifiable as his motives. Maelstrom and other officials, detectives, could be working alongside a set of Law characters that I’ve created also trying to seize and capture him for not just a hefty bounty it’s an instant hanging to death and gallows if he’s caught this time. Or a huge payout. He’s stacked multiplied crimes of indecencies, broken peace, slandered Maelstrom, stolen, scammed, rebelled for Freedom, liberated and uncovered crimes against city-state laws, he’s an outright menace to society. Though Captain and his Crew are crafty and now alongside his First Crewmate are covering his tracks desperately to prevent him from being heard again. Though if Captain succeeds in claiming or ‘Goldbrand’’ regains recognition and infamy again over the high-seas whether by gaining influence, relics, or defeating Scourges and creating more noise. He’ll be even more on the run. His Crew are accessories so capturing them may be enough to draw him out or still provide information and payouts. If he’s noted to still be breathing a full on world bounty can be placed to only increase the odds stacked against his time. (Also wanted by Voidals and anything relating to a Scourge. His enemies are highly stacked but he’s got some incredible reach and allies, people he genuinely loves and cannot be anything without them.) ◘ Isle RP - (High Fantasy / Evolving) - Various Isle’s can be visited, linked and tether to a Crewmate’s personal quest. Or maybe Fables. Each Isle has its own unique dangers and is creatively open to any adapting once the base concept is thought out. I have multiple in mind. Some of them have treasures, others have temporary treasures once the threat on each Isle is dealt with the treasure may be spent. Those things might be non useful, so the experience and journey alone may be the only reward. Or surviving and wreckage etc can also occur, it's all open to free-form.

◘ Relic Hunt - (High Fantasy / Evolving ) - (Reference) - Captain’s crew and trade is being a professional treasure hunter diver. Searching and uncovering ancient tablets and thing’s long forgotten past time itself from allagan, mhachi, amdapori and other mythological natures. From Voidal Relics to the series of Deity Relic’s there remains ruins and dungeons, trials, labyrinths, that possess unique items with governed power imbued from primals, high aetherial beings, or prototypes to strange works of magic and science. Depending on the Relic often determines how desperately Captain seeks to net it under his awareness than allow another to uncover as rival band’s of Scourges and pirate crew also would chase for such and want to use it for dominion and nefarious reasonings. Sometimes they’ll already possess said Relic’s and be threats to battle for the property. Which in that case it’s plundering.time. Depending what Relic is conversed around it could be difficult puzzles, or trials, or something more tame to fetch. If another Historian or someone he believes would preserve the item, safer than within his stead, he’ll only aid in retrieving and less on acquiring. Better the relic stay’s far from his lurking dangers that already pursue his waters.

◘ Crew / No Crew - (Optional Addon) - Can choose whether you wish me to RP the other Crewmates and have them interact with your character / characters or bring multi-muses too. Each Crewmate or the main 13 have their own quests, narratives, their own motives of why they’re even following Captain, but they can betray, be broken, all them will act very realistic and lifelike, so they can be romanced etc too. Captain would go to world’s end for them. Make no mistake, this is his Last Crew and shot, he’s on the thinnest surface of water. Soon the mightiest tides will crash and collide against him and his Worldly Finder, his ship, if he’s unable to reign them or lead them to aid their own morale's then he’ll have no chance in getting to the end of his own quest, goal. Each scourge, relic, everything is an obstacle and aiming for something grand.

Alternatively, I can just RP Captain himself and vaguely mention anything else regarding. Might also gain allies, other crewmates, other things that’ll play parts depending on the arc.

Writing is my lifeblood I enjoy stories.

Overly chill and outspoken along with communication my prime focus. I human so I break down and have to recuperate my energy and health sometimes. Not into drama outside RP.

I Para-RP but do nearly ever format and style.

I’m open to plot within any genre.

24/7 Nerd. +18 year RP experience all around from LARPing, Dungeon Master / Former event runner / Former Owner / Leader for Discords and Linkshells / Tabletop Creator. There’s nothing I cannot do.

I’m CST. Though chronic-deteriorating health makes my hours rando. I prefer Discord RP. (Tumblr too sometimes if have an idea.) In-game I can be swayed. ◘ ~ This all long but trying to be communicative and thorough upfront. A necessary evil, I fear.

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chicagocityfclanspromoblog · 3 years

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Sam Thompson → Joe Manganiello → Moose

→ Basic Information

Age: 227

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: April 26th

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Religion: Christian

→ His Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Broker and External Liaison and Board Member

Scars: Scratches and Bite marks from his kids and other members of the clan

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Sports Cars and Rough housing

Two Dislikes: Silent Films and “Trendy” home finishes

Two Fears: Poison and Dishonoring his family name

Two Hobbies: Weight lifting and Golfing

Three Positive Traits: Macho, Perceptive, Disciplined

Three Negative Traits: Vindictive, Uncharitable, Argumentative

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Sterling Thompson (Father): Sterling was one of the original Board Members. He was the last one standing between Garland Fields and the leadership position. He lost, and the shame followed him the rest of his life. Behind closed doors, Sterling preached to Sam about the importance of taking Chicago back and made Sam promise to continue their legacy the night he died. Sam wants to live up to all of his father’s hopes.

Charlotte Thompson (Mother): Charlotte was a good mother and was alive long enough to see Rhett born. She cared about Sam and wanted him to live his life for himself, not Sterling. She often calmed him down whenever his anger would get the best of him.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

Rhett Thompson (Son): Rhett is 12 going on 30. He reminds Sam a lot of himself growing up. It is Rhett’s first year in middle school, he has taken up football and golfing while keeping his grades up. Sam is very proud and excited for his son.

Delilah ‘Dee’ Thomson (Daughter): Delilah has just turned 10 years old and is Ford’s twin sister. It was a long and hard process for Dee, giving up having Rhett in the same school, making it a tougher transition year for Sam. Dee is naturally curious and nearly drove Sam insane asking for her mother when Mattie was killed. She reminds him too much of Mattie. If it wasn’t for Patrick, Sam doesn’t think he could be the father she needed at the time. She loves her Uncle Pat.

Ford Thompson (Son): Ford has just turned 10 years old and is Delilah’s twin brother. Ford has always been easier to deal with. Delilah has always been more outspoken while Ford stood back and watched the room. Ford prefers to sit in a corner and read all day. Sam usually has to drag him away from his book and is regretting replacing one of their hallway closets for a miniature library.

Savannah Thompson (Daughter): Savannah is Sam’s little angel and is currently 8 and a half years old. Sam wants nothing but the best for all of his children but he worries about Savannah sometimes. She is sweet and innocent, all rainbow, unicorns and butterflies but Sam doesn’t have the heart to give her a reality check.

Jasper Thompson (Son): Jasper was barely walking or talking when Mattie was taken from them. Jason remained shifted for weeks as if he felt her being taken from them. It took time and patience for Jasper to change back but Sam’s smiling toddler never returned. Nearly four years later and starting Elementary school, Jasper is the most aggressive and dangerous child Sam has ever met. He had to remove him out of his classes just two weeks in to start homeschooling him.

Romantic Connections:

Mattie Thompson (Late Wife): Life is cruel and Sam has always known that but when he met Mattie, he believed his world was changing for the best. It was everything Sam joked and teased other members of his pack that were mated about. At one point Sam lost all interest in challenging Clara. Mattie was young but she loved him and they were married quickly. She even blessed him with a son within a year of their marriage, twins two years laters, and two more within the span of five years. Unfortunately, Mattie only ever felt comfortable in her shifted form when pregnant, and developed a case of hypershift extraordinarily young. Sam had barely come to terms with it when the other Board Members ordered her to be put down. The only one who tried to stand with him was Eliza, but they were ultimately overruled by the others and the law. Clara ultimately fulfilled the sentence and killed her 4 years ago. Sam has had to pour all his love for Mattie into their children in order to keep hanging on.

Platonic Connections:

Patrick Perry (Best Friend): Patrick has been a good friend of his for decades, and is like an uncle to his kids. They hang out nearly every weekend as well as every holiday, and he considers him to be his closest confidante. It was Patrick who stopped him from attacking Clara after Mattie’s death and the one who has kept him pushing through. His kids refer to Patrick as Uncle Pat.

Eliza Meyers (Good Friend): Eliza has consistently been the only one in his corner. She was close to Mattie and introduced the two, and he doesn’t know where his life would have been without her. They work together in real estate and in the boardroom, playing off of one another’s strengths and supporting the other’s weaknesses. His kids refer to Eliza as Auntie El or Aunt Eliza.

Taye Black (Friend): Taye has a no nonsense personality that Sam enjoys. Taye can easily drop friendships and fire personnel without a blink of an eye; which Sam admires. They both share the job as clan heavies liaison. While Sam deals with the local supernatural clans, Taye focuses on finding and placing matches for endangered heavies or for those who are willing to have hybrids.

Asa Fields (Old Friend): Asa and Sam grew up as brothers, and stayed like that. He never seemed to have the same issues with Asa as he did Clara, despite them being raised the same. However, he does think Asa has no claim to any council seat, or at least not a legitimate one. He’s hoping that by getting Asa to attempt to overthrow his sister, he’d willingly hand off the responsibilities of head to Sam, and live out the rest of his life doing whatever. Sam is trying to gauge how the relationship is between the two to see if that’d work.

Latasha Mist (Friend): Sam is supportive of Cece and Latasha’s change and sees the advantages of having them on their side. He has tried to come up with multiple solutions that wouldn’t result in their deaths but has yet to find one.

Cecilia ‘Cece’ Mist (Friend): Sam has been supportive of Cece’s change, even before her mother offered millions of dollars for the change. The couple has been together for over three year and the entire pack knows of their relationship. Sam believes further delay of the inevitable is bad for their entire clan and other local supernatural clans.

Jalen Martinez (Friendly): Sam thinks that Jalen has made a great choice by choosing Cece. While Sam communicates with Cece and Latasha more, Jalen has his full support. The couple has been together for over three year and the entire pack knows of their relationship. Sam believes further delay of the inevitable is bad for their entire clan and other local supernatural clans.

Ellis Watts (Old Friend): Sam and Ellis used to party hard in the 20s together. Ellis had a wild streak and the two would race cars, bikes, and boats with one another. They’ve still maintained the friendliness, though both have grown up.

Percy McCormick III (Old Acquaintance): Percy grew up around the same time as Clara, Sam, and Asa. Even back then he had a knack of trying to trick the three of them with lies. His dad always had the biggest and best of everything, and their clan always seemed to be growing. Sam and Asa ditched him quickly as they grew up, but Clara tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s done alright for himself, and Sam speaks to him as a liaison now.

Sol Alfaro (Old Friend): Sol shares many of his frustrations with his own clan head, and he has been girding himself to challenge Isaac again.

Michael Shaw (Acquaintance): They often hit the gym together on weekends.

Hostile Connections:

Clara Fields (Hate): Clara and Sam grew up like siblings; both nearly the same age and constantly around one another. However, as they grew up the differences between the Fields and Sterlings became obvious. The Fields had best picks of lands and businesses and were starting to make their money hand over fists. They also had final say on every issue, as was mandated by the agreement, and were using it to their benefit. Eventually the wealth of the Fields began to trickle down to them until they were in as good of a position, and Sterling forced a vote to create joint businesses, whose money was pooled and equally distributed to the Board Members. Things began to settle into something comfortable and profitable for all when Garland kicked the bucket. Sterling and the other leaders assumed it was finally his time, but Clara took up the helm and snatched power before anyone else could call for a fair fight. Sterling died not too long after from Hypershift and Sam took his spot. Then started the constant back and forth between the two of them. Always, always opposed, Clara and Sam began a dance of intrigue and backstabbing, trying to get the other to falter. Then the economy collapsed and Real Estate died in its tracks. Clara and the rest of them were bleeding money and had no place to turn. She thought of the vampires and came back with an offer of their blood. Initially they all refused, but had no other options. Either let their clan dissolve or sacrifice what they needed to. He was the first person to stand behind her and support the call. He regrets it to this day, and it’s his main reason for wanting her out of the Leader’s seat. He has been working for decades to plant seeds of doubt into the various members of their clan, so when he takes over it’s well received.

Michael Johansen (Hate): Michael was the leader of the Alaska clan who merged with their clan a few months ago. Their numbers were too low to sustain themselves and the Chicago clan was the only one that had the most potential matches. As soon as Sam met Michael, he had an air around him that reminded him of Clara’s father, Garland Fields. Sam has been on defense around him and doesn’t trust Michael one bit.

Scorpius Getta (Hate): Scorpius Getta made a blood deal with them in exchange for money during the Great Recession. They needed to stay afloat so the entire Board agreed to it. They assumed they could pay him back the loan with interest, but he just wants money. In his dreams, Sam kills Getta and all his cronies.

Petra Chak (Hate): She enjoys the humiliation of the board members as they go down to have their blood drained. She’d be the one he’d kill if he had a chance to, after Getta.

Ezra Schultz (Hate): He expected Ezra to be on his side, and was shocked that he ruled to have her killed. His archaic ideas of “justness” are ridiculous and shouldn’t be used when lives are at stake.

Hollis Sony (Hate): Hollis stabbed him in the back when she voted that Mattie had to die. She’d always been on Clara’s side and he thought she might have sympathy for him, but was proven very wrong. He’ll never forgive her.

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Minsky Edison → Charles Michael Davis → Witch

→ Basic Information

Age: 1268

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Powers: Neuromancy

Birthday: October 30th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Religion: Buddhist

→ His Personality

Minsky is approachable and friendly, able to easily bond and make friends with everyone, despite their species. He is courageous and an easily excitable individual. He has a great passion for his work and a tendency to ramble off when describing his findings or hypotheses as a Neuromancer and Council member. Minsky takes his role as a Council member and mentor seriously. He enforces the rules the Council made without fail. Although, Minsky also genuinely care for his mentees and friends, willing to find loopholes or help them plead their cases. He likes to have fun and enjoys being a witch; he takes pride in who he is. Over the years Minsky has gained great leadership skills, his intelligence goes beyond his powers, and his altruistic nature has him ready to go and save a complete stranger at the bat of an eye. None of this which curb his competitive streaks. Minsky enjoys flaunting around his knowledge.

Possibly because of his lack of paternal care growing up, Minsky has a strong parental instinct towards his biological kids and those he gained during his marriage. After losing his only biological son, Minsky's attitude become quiet and subdued, at the same time angry and upset, having lost his child due to an inheritance on his part and a failed marriage.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Mentor and Shield Master

Scars: None

Tattoos: Multiple

Two Likes: Beautiful Surroundings and Privacy

Two Dislikes: Slackers and Shallow Relationships

Two Fears: Being forgotten and Becoming a ghost

Two Hobbies: Tai Chi and Collecting/Listening to Vinyls

Three Positive Traits: Romantic, Altruistic, Joyful

Three Negative Traits: Know-it-all, Over-confident, Strict (Teaching)

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Darna (Mother): Minsky has a difficult time remembering his mother, her face, and his previous name and last name. However the word Darna is clearly imprinted in his mind. He remembered feeling fondness for his mother, and thinking of her those nights after leaving for sea.

Sibling Names:

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Children Names:

Lee Cyto Rinker Jr (Step Son): Kudzai's oldest son who is 1018 years old. Kudzai has a strained relationship with her eldest due to how similar he is to his father. Minsky has tried to be as available to him as possible, and they have formed a cautious friendship. Kudzai has a habit of being exceedingly hard on her offspring, and Lee is no exception.

Cristae Zephyr Rinker (Step Daughter): Kudzai's oldest daughter who is 980 years old and responsible for the no-offspring mentoring rule. Minsky gets along with Cristae the least of his step children, but he makes an effort to reach out on important days.

Krebs Jay Rinker (Step Son): Kudzai's middle son who is 364 years old. He is Kudzai and James Thomas' son. Kerbs is Kudzai's least favorite child but Minsky mainly thinks he needs direction. Something he is well aware Kudzai couldn’t give him, for the sake of her own sanity. He found him a job and mentor in Seoul, and heard he’s doing well in his Master levels.

Hondria Edison Rinker (Daughter): Kudzai and Minsky's only daughter who is 119 years old. She is a talented Projector and was trained by Minsky himself. Despite his advanced age, Hondria was the first child Minsky ever had. He considered himself too much of a risk to have many close personal connections. He could die at any point, and thought he may be better remembered as a leader and mentor, rather than a father. When he held her for the first time however, everything made sense. He could leave as much of his knowledge in the world as possible, but Hondria and Kudzai and their family was his legacy. He vowed to her when she went to sleep the first night that he would be there as long as he possibly could for her. They are still incredibly close and it broke his heart when she left for her advanced levels. He teleports to see her often, but it’s not what he’d imagined all those centuries ago.

Jamie Edison Rinker (Son): Kudzai and Minsky’s youngest son died in his sleep at the age of 17. They came into Jamie’s birth so confident, much more than Hondria’s, assuming he’d be a mental or maybe another biokinetic. When they discovered he was like his father, it suddenly felt like Jamie had been placed into a box with a bomb in it and any movement would set it off. Both Kudzai and Minsky attempted to go on like things were normal. Jamie was energetic and brilliant; the light of his mother’s eye. And Minsky began to see the box and the bomb go away and suddenly a glimmer of hope swelled in him. If it was genetic, and Minsky had been alive for over a millenia who's to say Jamie wouldn’t share the same fate? He still remembers the day Kudzai found him in bed, having died in his sleep. It destroyed him to his core. He prayed that day and so many others afterwards to just switch him for Jamie. He’d had the life he was meant to have; Jaime’s was cut too short. Minsky and Kudzai separated shortly there after; neither one able to forgive Minsky for his part in it.

Romantic Connections:

Kudzai Rinker (Separated Wife/Woman he loves): Minsky believes himself too old to buy into the idea of soul mates, but there is something that has pulled Minsky and Kudzai towards one another for centuries. Too many chances of being in the same place at the same time; too many opportunities to go back to one another. Minsky has never loved anyone the way he loves Kudzai. Her brilliance, and snark, and steadfast beliefs; everything makes her who she is. Losing Jaime devastated them and there was no way either of them could heal together, but Minsky thinks there may be a spark left for them somewhere. A real shot, not just a brief reconnection when the world becomes too lonely. He’ll wait until the end of his days for that woman.

Platonic Connections:

Fiona Kekoa (Mentee): She is only 21 years old, but Minsky is training her in case he dies before they turn 50. She has taken extensive notes on his routines and processes so she may keep his work going if he dies.

Catherine Barr (Mentee): Despite Cat’s beliefs, Minsky completely understands what it’s like to lose a child. However, that’s no excuse to unravel different universes. He’s willing to be sympathetic, but if he finds anything more concrete in her head, he will not hesitate to bring her in front of the council for judgement.

Nikita Platt (Mentee): Minsky finds Nikita refreshingly genuine, especially for a Mnemokinetic. He could see it in her mind, well before she turned 50 and was glad to offer her a spot under his tutelage. Her memory acting up so much already concerns Minsky, but he is willing to assist her with whatever she needs to grow her power. He has already purchased a tracking kit to help her keep track of her keys and phone, and is trying to get her into the habit of putting appointments into her phone so she doesn’t forget them.

Simon Lee Weyden (Future Mentee): Given that he is still alive for Simon’s next level, Minsky has agreed to take him on. He has potential, and unlike many mentors he isn’t prejudiced against Tantric Manipulators.

Rhiannon Draga (Council Member): Minsky has a lot of respect for Rhiannon and considers her a close friend. He is glad she finally found her happiness with Fallon, Alucard, and Vladimir. Before, he often wondered if the melancholia may over take her. Fortunately, he was proven wrong and happily saw her wedding and met her children.

Ronan Cleirigh (Council Member): Minsky and Ronan have been friends for a long time. They can both shimmy in and out of each other's shields, making it easier for Minsky to trust Ronan more than their peers. Their friendship has been a little hard on Minsky as of lately, knowing Ronan hates Kudzai with a passion.

Jace Cicero (Council Member): Jace and Minsky often agree with one another when it comes to council decisions. They tend to keep their cool even when more fiery members of Council do not. The only thing they do not agree upon is Jace’s dating of his mentee, Cat. Minsky is concerned that if Cat needs to be put on trial for any illegal use of her power, that Jace may be swayed by whatever feelings he has for her.

Eric Lasiter (Best Friend): Minsky often finds a weight being lifted off of his shoulders whenever Eric is around. Eric's energy and mind sings to Minsky like fairy tales of muses. Eric was a huge help when Minsky lost Jamie and separated with Kudzai. While they might not be the best at time management when it comes to getting together but when it happens, time seems to melt around them.

Averill Sookram (Ally): Minsky exonerated Averill for a crime by looking through his mind. Minsky has been on Averill’s side for centuries. His exoneration created one of the worst fights between him and Kudzai in the past 3 centuries, but he wasn’t willing to let an innocent man be punished for something he didn’t do.

Sydney ‘Sid’ Velanica (Distant In Law): Minsky is more accepting of those with the Rinker mark than his wife, Kudzai. Minksy never doubted Sidney and even offered to mentor him before Sid chose Jia. Minsky supports Sid's relationship with Sada.

Sol Alfaro (Old Friend): Minsky can honestly say that he has never been friends with an animal shifter until Sol. Sol has lost his wife and went down a dark path of turning to magic to fix the problem. Having seen a lot of death in his time. Minsky advised him against using magic or contacting a necromancer, as a replacement of dealing with his loss. At first, Sol did not take it well but Minsky somehow kept finding him and offering his guidance and friendship. It's been nearly 150 years and they still keep in contact.

Tristan Lawton (Acquaintance): Kudzai has recently informed the Council that one of her mentees may have been misplaced as a Biokinetic. Kudzai is unsure about him being a Biokinetic and believes he may be something else or something new entirely. Minsky and Ronan have been doing research to try and help figure it out before Tristan can do more damage in the wrong field.

Hostile Connections:

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hirokiyuu · 2 years

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sols roundup masterpost

i mentioned i was reworking the original post on my ao3 and so here it is! please note that a) there are a LOT of spoilers under the cut (guy who has 80+ hours and multiple multiple endings) and b) there’s a lot of ways to take sol and these are just me having fun with them, if u dont like thats fine but dont tell me i don’t care. lol. also worth noting i think time loops are most fun when they subtly influence each other so there’s a lot of that in here LOL

worth noting i think theres a few traits that are pretty universal to them? wants to do right and full of love are the big two, tho curiosity, (seeming) warmth, and ability to fit in w/those around them are also pretty important tho i think more flexible. its just fun the way various sols can have those traits like.... manifest? an alien-hater sol who goes hunting all the time is just as valid as a sol dating dys that wants to end the war. just different ppl they love and different experiences. its fun

with that. onto the Meat

1) solana (she/her (demi?)girl, loyalty leaning lawyer, neutral end)

baby’s first run! outwardly warm but pretty cold inside. hypercompetent everywhere except in her love life. fell for tang when they were like nine on the ship and just sort of, never stopped, feeling that way, including when she was 100 years old and had outlived tang by nearly forty years, partially bc fixating on tang as people were dying was kind of. the only solace she had. wouldve really benefited from a good therapist.

2) solanaceae (he/him tguy, governor, peace ending)

childhood optimist with a hero complex turned "realist” but actually-exactly-the-same-just-depressed-about-it adult. saves tammy and tonin and hal! cannot save his parents :) grows a little distant from most of the people around him as a result, except dys, who Gets it. avoids tang for pretty much no reason he can understand, just has a sense of She Will Hurt You If You Get Too Close when he sees her sometimes. becomes governor solely bc he wants to save people. the kind of person you can trust in your house with your keys and your valuables and then someone asks ‘hey whats his favorite color’ and youre like. i dont. actually know

3) solane (they/them nb, gardener ending)

manic overconfident freak. definitely a ‘i wont tell people about my dreams bc it’s like i’m a HERO this way!’ type. saves everyone and extremely proud about it. coasting through life from ages 14-19 until they go find dys after the bomb has gone off and he’s dating. someone else? which makes them freak out bc THEYRE the hero. so instead of being normal about this they become a gardener in a desperate attempt not to be left behind

It’s Bad!

4) solanaceae (he/him cisguy, colonial hero, neutral ending) x / x

this is the one ive been referring to in private as “fascist manwhore sol” and honestly. yeah. just as overconfident as the last but extremely charming about it. the kind of guy you kinda wanna hit but also can’t help but like? somehow manages to be close w/most everyone in the colony despite their various opinions. really really hates the gardeners + even sym, for some reason w/in himself that he can’t explain.

in Love with dys for most of their lives but cant ever make it work, fwb with rex, dates vace despite having matching tattoos with his ex-gf. hes just that kind of guy. dies young and a hero, less than a year after dys disappears into the ridges. dont think abt it too hard.

5) solane (she/her nb, neutral end, roboticist on accident somehow but a social skills job wouldve fit much better)

if third sol Thinks theyre god this sol like. actually Is. extremely clear dreams, used to talk abt them pretty much always until her first trip to medbay, at which point she stopped ever letting adults know. kind of existentially exhausted as a result. using this life literally just as a coffeeshop au lol. poly but also probably aromantic; open rship w/rex, who they love a lot but no more so than literally any of their other friends. pretty happy with stuff!

until they go to see dys off when he “vanishes” from the colony and they accidentally let it drop they couldve like. ended the whole war. he’s. displeased. they still make an effort to enjoy the rest of their life but when they die theyre thinking abt how they should try to be a better person next time. and also hoping they remember less.

6) solanaceae (genderfluid but generally refers to self as a lesbian, peace end, botanist) x

cheerful heroine! desperately wants to be normal and tries so so hard to ignore her dreams, which works kind of, right up until they very purposefully ignores the one abt tammy and tammy dies immediately after :) at which point they completely switches gears and uses their dreams to try and save Everyone they can. bffs with nem since childhood & into her pretty much Always. everyone’s friend! dies content and at peace.

interestingly, bc this is the route where i got paradox ending on a save, probably the sol closest to the wormhole + everything about it, despite not actually remembering much from his dreams. it manifests in other ways. lol.

7) solane (she/her cisgirl, neutral end, roboticist)

coward who can only be brave when it’s for the sake of the people she loves, most notably tammy who she actually dislikes until she saves her life, at which point she realizes maybe she Can be a hero too. better with robots than people, spent most of her childhood following cal around bc he was one of hte only ppl to make time for her. falls madly in love w/tammy; their family is her biggest joy. a good parent.

8) solanaceae (he/him agender, neutral end, doctor)

feral intense child who becomes a terrifying eagle-eyed doctor. max perception by age eleven, somehow. STRONG sense of justice. strongest belief is “if you ignore someone you couldve saved, you’re garbage.” not quite high enough friendship w/nem to convince her to leave vace as teens; helps her later on when theyre adults. years and years later after dys “dies” they end up moving in and spend the rest of their lives together.

9) solanaceae (they/them nb, peace end, entertainer)

awkward ace kid who always speaks their mind. accidentally destroys tammy’s confidence every time they talk. gets confessed to by both marz and rex, shoots them down extremely awkwardly due to both aforementioned asexuality and the fact theyve had a crush on dys since they were thirteen. takes their promise to let him go seriously to the point that when he tries to bomb hte colony, they let him, and when he wants to be a gardener, they don’t stand in his way. is alright with this at first but slowly begins to feel lonelier and lonelier about it as time passes, and when they die and realize they won’t actually be with him again they feel. Very Bad. pass on wishing they’d not let him go but resenting him for asking to.

10) solane (she/her cisgirl, neutral end, xeno wrangler)

ive been calling this one “cuckoo bird sol” for a reason. desperately wants someone to be devoted to Her and Her Alone who Won’t Leave, and feels like. cal is good for that. doesn’t like tammy as a result, which means that when she has a nightmare abt tammy dying she doesn't even care, it’s not like its REAL. yeah. It’s Bad! she feels guilty abt it and then feels bad bc she’s also happy bc cal spends more time with her but also she does sure feel like shes competing against a dead girl huh! so! that’s fun!

eventually she does work her shit out and realize she does like cal himself and does want kids on her own terms but like. the process of getting there! one fucked up kid. dies more content than she realized she could be, glad for her family.

11) solanaceae (she/her nb leaning, peace end, parent) x

rowdy. her heart is 80% love and 20% pure unadulterated rage. unaugmented, which she personally doesnt care abt, but she sure does get pissed off at ppl trying to be soooo nice to her abt it! too busy w/sfc stuff during wet and as such completely misses her chance to talk dys out of the bomb. when she finds him on the ridges afterwards they yell at each other abt being in love w/each other for forever and she manages to drag him back home.

in some ways this would be my “golden run” (full friendship with everyone) (jesus christ) but despite that her actual bffs besides dys are tammy and (unfortunately) vace. in another world i would retcon this to ot3 but in this one she kissed sym and then he died in front of her and despite herself she kind of cant stop flinching away from him now if he tries to make a move. they do hinge poly instead it works. has a boatload of kids and never augments any of them. dies exhausted and delighted and in love w/the world.

12) solane (he/him cisguy, peace ending, parent oops)

delusion run! sol who cant stop talking abt his delusions even when he knows he should. pursues dys in the “we were In Love before so we will be again!” way not the “i like you!” way until he gets. y’know. lobotomized. in some ways not focusing on his dreams is good for him but also he loses a lot of his personality? focus? afterwards

teases tammy relentlessly but ends up falling for her but bc for some reason this run glitched and tammy’s pregnancy just. kept going. she never had the kid? so i didnt date her even tho he wouldve lol. tbh most of th ending for this one is what id consider noncanon for him but ill retcon it later when i have more Vibes in place

13) solanaceae (they/he, peace ending, astronaut) this is a dead dove run (mentions of abuse)

unlucky number thirteen :) sol coming out of a delusion run with the creeping sense that they should not trust Anyone with their secrets. a little disconnected from the ppl around them tho they get on well enough w/dys and tang. madly in love with the wormhole. desperate to get off the planet and back into space so they can see it, a sentiment no one shares until, y’know. vace.

in Love (lol) with him after his 50. first time theyve ever met anyone they think Gets them so they enable him. fucking crushed when he starts dating nem. when he offers to cheat they take him up on it, which means he learns nothing and they lose one of their childhood friends :) eventually they go into space together just like they wanted! it’s bad! die in the wormhole and i think thats the first time they ever truly, from the bottom of their heart, regret everything. never want to fall in love again.

14) sol (no pronouns whenever possible but sort of ok w/they, peace ending, farmer) warning for abuse mentions in this one as well

sometimes you get so badly abused in one life your next life it still affects you! kind of an odd child, gets along better w/congruence than the other kids but thinks of cal is like a brother. doing ok until helios lands and then it’s like. h

avoids vace like the plague, despises/is afraid of him but doesn’t realize why until after sol starts understanding dreams more. when he dies i think sol wants to be like Good Riddance but. cant fully. approaches rex bc sol want to know What’s Up With The Whole Rex+Vace Deal, end up falling pretty hard. dating sym also, the three of them living together is an Experience i think. dies full of Love.

15) solana (he/him tguy, peace end, athlete)

rambunctious! cheerful! kind of dumb! falls in love w/cal from a young age and is convinced they’re gonna grow up and get married and is subsequently crushed when cal starts dating tammy instead esp bc. cal sort of. lead them on a bit w/it. slowly falls in love w/dys in the aftermath.

a bit immature. plays sportsball even in the middle of war, tension with both cal And nem as a result despite still being their bffs. he and nem are on opposite sportsball teams for the rest of their lives and yet go out for drinks after constantly. she’s his sister, basically! dies pretty happy w/how things turned out

16) solanaceae (she/they, neutral end, merchant)

greedy greedy greedy. wants money and love and attention, time and people and things, everyhting you can think of she wants it. she marz and tang are the Terrible WLW Trio of Girls Who Might Be Dating. bit of a soft spot for dys she can’t quite rationalize, will be kind to him when she’s not to anyone else. fond of rex as well.

she and marz flirt by flirting with tang, aka the person she Actually likes. pretty happy when they finally hook up, but isn’t devastated by the breakup as much as she is.... left hollow. another mistake on top of everyhting else (capitalism, dys vanishing, girl shes liked forever dumping her, also theres maybe a fleet from earth coming but haha dw abt it) she tells rex abt the fleet maybe a year? before it shows up. dies wishing desperately she had been able to be kinder.

17) solana (he/him tguy, peace end, professor) x

sugary sweet! childhood friends with tammy, they’re v similar people. loves her a lot, cannot wait to be best man at her wedding to cal LOL. despite his gentle demeanor he is also absolutely the kind of guy to do Whatever It Takes for the ppl he loves (ie poisons uncle tonin to keep him alive LOL)

thinks nomi is like, the coolest person in the universe when they meet bc they can MAKE things. so so stupid about them. when they start dating its embarrassing for everyone but they are so happy together no one can actually say anything. dies happy but wishing he was more confident in himself/brave

aaaaaaaaanyways that’s the current list. for Now. there may be more coming. i have offshoots of some of these as well that may or may not pop up wwww generally for fic that isn’t set with a specific sol i tend towards an nb sol closest to personality+dreams to my sixth sol? cheerful and trying to help but also Just A Kid about it!

#i kind of want to make a sol who would do green vertumna forever tbh #7th sol has that as an offshoot but in the end she loves cal too much to let it happen #i do like paradox run being an offshoot of one and not quite its own thing tho. fits well #also i need to properly romance sym at some point For Rho but i see dys and im like #what if he kissed sol. what if. wh #what do you want me to do we renamed the gc 4dys bc we all love him so much #personal #i was a teenage exocolonist spoilers #this will be edited later

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My muse is stuck in bed (with either an injury or an illness), send “ 🛌” for your muse to keep them company.

Bleary eyes went around the room. A dull ache was in Nihlus’ body and there was a ringing in his head. What happened? Things were blurry.

There was a swirling in his mind. Some voices he remembered from long ago, and some he couldn’t recall. There was something mechanical, high-pitched. His skin was touched by air. Where was his armor? Something was soft to the touch. It was bright when he finally opened his eyes. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he wasn’t expecting to see Solana’s face. For a brief second, he thought she’d died; multiple species talked about a place people went after death. Maybe he’d started to believe it. Maybe he just hoped for a place like that, even if he didn’t wish to see his loved ones there for a long time to come. However, this wasn’t that.Things were coming back to him now.

The last thing Nihlus remembered was trying to contact Solana, a sharp and pulsing pain in his side, the sharp smell of metal and smoke in his nose, his chest aching, the taste of blood in his mouth, coughing up blue in the palm of his hand. He’d picked up his gun again, put on his helmet, and resigned himself to dying. Might as well try to take out as many enemies as possible before then. His body ached, bruised and broken. His head hurt, his ears rang, his equipment was damaged, and he was low on thermal clips.

Unlike how he’d felt on missions that put him in dire situations before, he could feel his chest tighten with a fear he hadn’t felt since when he was actually dying. A pit in his stomach, familiar but different. He wasn’t shocked. He wasn’t betrayed. No, this was something else. Every step was heavier. Every breath was shakier. It wasn’t love either. No, that was what he felt when he tried to contact Sol. That was when he wanted her to know how he felt before the end. This was there when he did that too, though. This was similar, but it was sour. Maybe that was the answer. He was afraid. Afraid of leaving Solana behind. Afraid of dying without holding her one last time. Afraid of losing her, perhaps? She would be alive and that should ease his pain, but she would be alive with the absence of him, and he knew... he could see it in how she looked at him, that she loved him. She’d be devastated if he didn’t come back from this. He didn’t want to hurt her, but this was the only option he saw left.

How many husks had he taken down? Would he become one after he died? Hopefully he’d be found before then, or killed with relative ease after. Every moment he spent fighting, even with the medigel he’d used, he lost more blood with each passing second. His vision blurred and darkened, but his body kept moving. Everything when black. There were voices in the distance. Allies. No doubt they were too late by now. He could only hope that his efforts made a small difference. He felt the inertia of his body collapsing and coming to a stop against the ground, and then nothing. No feelings, not sense, not even dreams.

It quickly became evident that the people who found him hadn’t been too late at all. Sterile white with lights were above him and a smell of medication hanged in the air. A hospital? There were tubes and needles in him, much like when he’d awoken from his head injury. There was a brief moment of panic upon that realization. He gasped, a sharp pain shooting through his body making him flinch a groan. It was painful, but the moment he felt his leg twitch, he knew it was fine. He could move. He could speak. His head was fine.

How long had he been out? The agony was sobering. So it wasn’t a dream. That was nice to know. Wait. That meant- Fuck. His message. Fuck! That’s how they knew to contact her. His eyes searched for Solana’s again. When she caught his sight, he didn’t know what to say. He merely looked at her, surprised, concerned, shaken... guilty. Slightly guilty. The tables had turned and now he was the one who’d seen himself as little more than a number and nearly let himself be killed. The situation was different, in a way, but it was still... hypocritical. Foolish. Reckless. There were several adjectives to describe it.

He kept sitting partway up, trying to breathe but struggling with every breath. Whatever medication was wearing off. That wasn’t enough to make him lie back down. Nihlus was too used to pain to do so.

#ic #ask #i am so glad we had a thing ready for this it's amazing #vakarianblues

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Below the cut, you will find the preview for some new Illnesses and Disorders that have emerged since humanity has spread across the Solar System. As always, if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to shoot us an ask or join our Discord server to ask your questions there!

ILLNESSES & DISORDERS

Black Vein

Black vein (as it’s called by citizens, official name in progress) is an illness that primarily attacks the brain, specifically its control over movement and emotion- however, this illness is constantly evolving. The exact origins of this sickness are not known, but there are theories that it was brought by rovers as a rover was the first person to be documented with the virus. While the main characteristics of this virus are the most well known, there’s less known and less looked for symptoms such as:

Fever

Drastic increase or decrease in appetite

Nausea

Dizziness

Numbness

Temporary loss of motion in hands

The most common symptoms and the ones most look for are:

Darkening of veins on skin

Sudden and erratic mood changes, aggression

Sudden and drastic personality changes

Loss of peripheral vision

Tremors

Seizures

Coughing up or vomiting of a black and oily substance

Delusions

Currently, there is no known cure for black vein, however there are treatments to help try and lessen the more severe symptoms and even rid a patient of the lesser known symptoms. If gone untreated, this illness can be deadly and it’s recommended you see a doctor if you begin to experience any symptoms. Usually, the illness will work quickly, and if not treated it can kill within months of contracting it- with treatment, the patient may be able to live years with the illness. The illness is not contagious through means of touch or physical contact, fluids (saliva, blood, ect) must be directly exchanged in order to contract this illness. It is not thought to be airborne, but this is greatly debated as there are people who have not exchanged fluids who have contracted black vein.

Scientists have started turning their attention to other possible causes, such as foods that are widely distributed and cheap such bread, rice, and potatoes.

The most common and widely known symptom of this illness, and it’s name sake, will slowly start to darken the color of your veins and arteries. Sometimes, this symptom doesn’t appear until the patient is on their deathbed, though this is exceptionally rare. Other common symptoms usually appear in later stages when the patient is far beyond help, but there are doctors who are working to help those in the later stages when others might find the patient a lost cause and turn them away so as to not risk their staff.

Explanation of common symptoms

DARKENING OF VEINS — The darkening of the veins is an odd process, but the most common symptom of all of them. Doctors don’t know why this happens, but they believe it may be caused by not enough oxygen getting into the blood and the blood itself thickening. It’s unclear how people survive as long as they do with the darkening of veins to the point they’re black, but it can be combated with blood thinners. It is thought that this is why the illness is so deadly.

SEIZURES — As the illness attacks the brain, it attacks different parts of the brain, particularly the focal frontal lobe. This lobe controls multiple things, and continued prolonged seizures in the capacity that black vein causes, in turn, causes damage to that lobe. Oftentimes these seizures are grand-mal.

ERRATIC MOOD SWINGS, AGGRESSION — Those with black veins may be prone to mood swings as a side effect to the damage the seizures cause, and can be minor or major changes in mood. Most experience the more major mood swings are more prone to anger, and more prone to aggression.

PERSONALITY SHIFTS — A side effect of prolonged seizures, it’s not uncommon for patients to have complete personality shifts almost overnight. One day they may be kind and caring, and the next they may be more prone to violence, anger, and rage- or vice versa.

TREMORS AND RANGE OF MOTION LOSS — The final side effect of prolonged seizures, patients may experience tremors and/or loss of motion in their hands, arms, and legs. Tremors are temporary more often than not. However, depending on the severity of the loss of motion, depending on if the patient’s motion is limited or completely unable to move said limbs, can be temporary or permanent.

PERIPHERAL VISION LOSS — Most patients describe the vision loss as tunnel vision, or like someone has put a white glaze over our peripheral. This loss is often slow, and you don’t notice it until it’s far too late to be corrected. This is caused by the virus attacking the Occipital lobe.

COUGHING OR VOMITING OF BLACK OILY LIQUID — Testing done on patients has found that those with these symptoms are, in fact, coughing up their blood. How the blood gets to this consistency, or how it has become so black is unknown, but doctors are racing to find the cause.

DELUSIONS — Patients experiencing delusions are not quite common, but are common enough in patients with black vein that it has become a main symptom. Patients experiencing black vein delusions often claim that they have already died. Sadly, not much research has been done into what causes this, as delusions are one of the final symptoms brought on by black vein, resulting in the patient dying usually within 1-4 days of experiencing these delusions. Doctors believe that these delusions may also be a side effect of the prolonged seizures, but have found no evidence to support this claim.

Acclimation Deficiency

Those born on stations that rely on artificial gravity, or settlements that are low gravity and use partial artificial gravity systems to compensate, must go through what is called the Acclimation Process in order to go down onto a planet or settlement with natural gravity similar to Earth’s. This is due to a difference in bone density between Dwellers and Stationers.

It took several generations to fully grasp the severity of the lighter bone density of Stationers and Low Gravs. At first, the issue presented itself with mild symptoms, as many Stationers and Low Gravs visited Earth or Mars during their life, giving them natural acclimation over time.

But as settlements became more independent, the less often those living off Earth or Mars went planetside. Scientists were thrown money from the richest Stationers and Low Gravs to research ways to combat this deficiency and allow them to go down to planets without issue.

Nearly a decade later, a treatment plan was developed with a 50% success rate. Many pushed back, saying this wasn’t good enough, but as this was a new medical issue there was no point of reference they could rely on to increase the odds of the treatment working. Still, many more were willing to throw money at doctors certified to oversee the treatment plan.

A 50% chance is better than no chance at all.

The treatment is incredibly painful and use of medication to ease the pain during the process is heavily advised against. Many scientists claim the use of other medications, such as pain killers, can decrease the odds of the treatment being successful.

Treatment Process

Day 1:

Two injections into the hip to infuse bone marrow with a serum to improve bone density

One injection at the base of the skull to improve blood circulation in the brain

Day 2:

One injection into the sternum to strengthen the heart’s muscles

Two injections, one into each lung, to increase oxygen intake

Day 3:

Two final injections into thighs to fully infuse bone marrow with a serum to improve bone density

Each injection is incredibly painful and carries the risk of damaging the targeted organs, around 10% experience a failure at this stage and have permanent damage to one or several of their organs. However, as medical technology has advanced, this number has begun to decline with the majority recovering from the treatment process.

However, there is no way to predict if the Acclimation Process has been successful until one goes planetside and experiences natural gravity first hand.

Of the 50% whose Acclimation is successful, the majority will experience some of the mild symptoms of the deficiency for the first forty-eight hours planetside. However, they will alleviate on their own once their bodies fully adjust to the new environment.

However, if severe symptoms begin to manifest after the forty-eight hour period, it is largely assumed by medical staff across Sol that the Acclimation has failed and thus recommend the patient is transported back to a Station or low-gravity settlement. Very rarely does one who experiences severe symptoms fully adjust to being planetside with no long-term effects on their body or health.

If someone who experiences severe symptoms ignores medical advice, critical symptoms begin to appear a week after they land planetside. Once these symptoms manifest certain death is around the corner.

At this point, medical professionals make the decision to transport the patient off-planet if they do not have a next of kin that can make the decision for them. When they are safely back on a station or low-gravity settlement, it is a fifty/fifty shot that their symptoms will reverse themselves and their bodies will recover from the trauma experienced planetside.

Most who recover from critical symptoms will have long-term health problems as a result, most damage to their lungs which prevents them from performing tasks as they once used to.

Mild symptoms:

Difficulty breathing/shortness of breath after menial tasks

Increased heart rate

Increased blood pressure

Elevated temperature

Severe symptoms:

Fainting

Tremors

Breathing difficulties while at rest

Ringing in ears

Blurred vision

Chest pains

Critical symptoms:

Unable to breathe without assistance

Vomiting blood

Swelling of the brain

Seizures

Space Sickness

Most common in those who were born and raised on planets or moon settlements and have moved to a station, space sickness is exactly what it sounds like. In a way, it’s like sea sickness or pressure sickness, and is usually not fatal, but there have been cases of it being so in the most extreme cases. This can easily be treated by docking on a planet for a week or two, and doctors are usually not needed but it is a very case-by-case basis.

Symptoms may include:

Dizziness

Joint pain

Headache

Fatigue

Nausea

Sweating

#update #preview #solarflaresrp

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Building Terrix: Day 2

Worldbuilding June, Day 2: Geography

Disclaimer: As DM, I tend to steal ideas from here and there for my personal game. Most of this is cherry-picked, combed over, changed, warped, and molded to fit Terrix. If you see an idea in here you recognize as not mine, that’s probably because it’s not. This isn’t for a book, or anything I’m making a profit from–only for a fun game and a world I can provide for my wonderful players. :)

In which geographical areas will the story take place? How much ground will the story cover? What are the most striking features of landscape, climate, animals, etc. in this area? How will these features affect travel time, communication, etc.?

Area the party has covered in our adventure as of today.

The adventure is split up into smaller campaigns, each of which have included travel from one place to another over the course of the adventure. They will travel further still, exploring new areas, and a prequel of sorts will take place on a faraway plot of land in the icy north.

If there are non-human inhabitants, are there any areas they particularly claim as their own (e.g., dwarves traditionally live underground, usually in mountains)?

This was covered in the Introduction post!

How do differences from Earth (multiple suns, moons, etc.) affect the climate in various areas?

Terrix’s rotational wobble is less pronounced than Earth’s—it’s more firmly tilted on its axis, causing less pronounced seasons and a more overall steady temperature in fixed areas on the planet. (Shout-out to @strudeloo for that info!) The slightly smaller size of the planet also causes the days to be slightly shorter, and the gravity is a bit weaker than on Earth. Exxus burns hotter than Sol, but the planet is further away—so the temperatures are relatively alike in sustaining life, but the years are 400 days long.

There are three moons circling the planet as well, causing differences in tides. For the most part, the effect on the tides is weakened because of smaller moons, but the tides are more varied and unpredictable. Sometimes the tide pull is very strong, when the moons happen to align a certain way.

How much land is in each of the equatorial, temperate, and polar zones? Note: climate affects landscape through erosion and weathering; the distribution of plants and animals, and formation of soil. As a result, it determines what crops can and can’t be grown, what animals can and can’t live in an area, what clothes must be worn to cope with the weather, and how houses are built. Winter freezing and thawing may change travel patterns, as waterways freeze or flood and passes close.

Terrix’s climate zones. White/gray is polar, deep green is the temperate area zone, while the center bright green is the equatorial zone.

Weather also affects available sports, like skiing. Are all these things consistent with what you say the climate is like in particular areas?

At the beginning of the campaign, they went to Frostshore, which wasn’t all that frosty. Though this was a mistake on my part, we also said that perhaps it USED to be a cold area a very long time ago, or someone with a sense of humor named the town.

Where are major mountain ranges? Rivers and lakes? Deserts? Forests, tropical and otherwise? Grasslands and plains?

Map of all my rivers and lakes! Notable bodies of water my players have come across: Kinesp River, and its waterfall starting from the huge lake on the right continent, the Alligator Coast by Zhayeria (big port city by the bay).

These are all the main rivers and lakes. There are, of course, much smaller bodies of water upon zooming in. Zhayeria is based by the ocean and is cradled in between two branches of a relatively small river that serves as a drinking water source.

If there are imaginary animals (dragons, unicorns, etc.), how do they fit into the ecology? What do they eat? How much habitat do they require? Can they live anywhere, or do they prefer or need specific kinds of climate or terrain? Are they intelligent and/or capable of working spells, talking, etc.?

The most legendary and prominent magical animal is the dragon. Dragons comes in all shapes and sizes and types. Each type of dragon could honestly be treated as an entirely different animal, though they all share a love of treasure and powerful breath weapons, as well as an intelligence at the level and above humans. They have innate magic, though they can learn more magic just like any humanoid can. Dragons are also unique in that some like to blend in with humanoid societies and shapeshift, living among them and making friends. They live quite a long time, though, so at some point a lot of dragons become hermits. Their habitats range from the sea, to volcanoes, to the desert, to swamps, and their effects on the environment are profound. They all have different prey (fish and whales, humans, other dragons) and can greatly impact the ecosystem, whether in a positive or negative way. They are rare, especially in the current time in Terrix.

Other magical animals are, indeed, unicorns, as well as others. Unicorns act as forest guardians and try to bring more life into them than death, which annoys most druids as believers in a balance of life and death in nature. It is said that unicorns are born when an exceptionally good person dies, their soul forming the celestial being that is the unicorn. Unicorns are herbivores, but, strangely, they also survive by “eating” the moonlight reflected off the water’s surface.

There are sentient plants that trap their prey, griffins that swoop from mountains like great terrifying birds, huge hibernating beasts like the tarrasque that come and bring balance by causing destruction when needed, magical beasts of the Underdark that could kill with a glance, fae that lure their prey in with tricks and allure, and many other beasts and beings.

Since this is a world in Dungeons and Dragons, a complete listing of the general area you can find monsters/creatures in is organized in the Monster Manual (5e)!

Which areas are the most fertile farmland? Where are mineral resources located?

Mineral resources are found in the earlier map! The most fertile farmlands usually lie between river branches and on the plains. Other lands can be made into farmland, but the most naturally fertile farmlands are found in the northern half of the Usratia mainland. There are also some really great fertile farmlands on Aezith’s southernmost areas, where the Hin became famous for their green thumbs.

Which animals, birds, fish, and other wildlife are commonly found in which areas? If there are imaginary animals such as dragons, where do they live?

Imaginary animals were briefly discussed, and can be more thoroughly looked at thanks to resources from Wizards of the Coast. As for common wildlife, animals are found in the same types of areas as their equivalents on Earth: whales and other cetaceans live in the oceans, following the currents as they migrate, wolves and deer live in the temperate to colder forested areas, jaguars live in jungles, etc.

Which natural resources, if any, have been depleted in which areas over time?

There are some areas that have been deforested, and magic deep in the earth was tapped into and nearly wiped out the world population at one point. Needless to say, the natural world magic energy source was not looked for again, and it was forgotten over hundreds of thousands of years with no trace of evidence of it existing.

Diamonds are important in the world, being gems that are used in cleric spells. Clerics can revive people from the dead, and the longer the person goes being dead, the more diamonds it requires as the exchange for magical energy needed to reform the body and soul of the one who died. Planar energies tie tightly into necromancy and revival magic, and diamonds seem to be the only thing that triggers the calling of the soul back to the body.

Therefore, diamonds are a very valuable commodity, and many mines have been depleted.

Which resources (e.g., coal, oil, iron ore, gold, diamonds, limestone, etc.) are particularly abundant, and in which areas? Which are scarce? Are there places where there are rich deposits that haven’t been discovered yet, or where they haven’t been fully exploited?

How much conflict has been or might be caused by these imbalances in resources? How much active, peaceful trade?

Gold quickly became a shiny, coveted metal, and became the main source of currency. Eventually, platinum, gold, silver, and copper became the common world currency. This is mostly thanks to magical teleportation and travel forcing a common currency and language through trade.

Diamonds, again, are an important commodity, and right to the lands near diamond-rich areas are often fought over.

Dwarves became the main miners of metals and the most prominent metalworkers. After showing their skill in both of these things, people began peaceful trade with them after a long history of their craft and honest merchants.

Magic and power from extraplanar beings is a commodity often not thought of, but it is coveted. Wars have been started because a sect of people sought power and magic, but became corrupt or brought danger into the lands. One such example is the war between dragonborn and tieflings of old, in Arkhosia and Bael Turath on the continent of Orcran.

What water resources available, and for what uses (a mill wheel requires flowing water, i.e., river or stream; irrigation needs a large, dependable water source like a lake or large river; etc.)?

This depends on the city or town. Zhayeria has a few mill wheels at the rivers that surround it. Dunn’s Gate (the inner city) has an intricate inner irrigation system. Places like Aerilon marry magic and technology to get enough water to them and make running water systems.

Terrix is full of rivers and lakes among other bodies of water. Some places near the ocean even have the means to turn the salt water into potable water.

#wbj2017 #wbj #dnd #dungeons and dragons #worldbuilding #proto is a dm

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El Paso mass shooting victim dies almost 9 months after attack

A youth soccer coach hospitalized since being shot multiple times during last year's mass shooting at a Texas Walmart, has died on Saturday.

Guillermo "Memo" Garcia was the last remaining patient from the deadly attack in El Paso on Aug. 3 that has now killed 23 and injured dozens.

“After a nearly nine-month fight, our hearts are heavy as we report Guillermo "Memo" Garcia, our last remaining patient being treated from the El Paso shooting, has passed away," said David Shimp, chief executive officer for Del Sol Medical Center. He was being treated at the medical center in El Paso.

https://www.foxnews.com/us/el-paso-walmart-shooting-victim-died-9-months-deadly-attack

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Here’s How Transit Workers Feel About Going to Work During Coronavirus

Talking to transit workers these days, one phrase comes up over and over again: we’re on the front lines. Like the doctors and nurses in hospitals and grocery store employees, transit workers are still going to work and still doing their best with what they’re told are limited resources to keep them safe while doing so.

Motherboard spoke to transit workers from around the country about how they feel going to work at a time with plummeting ridership and if they feel like management is doing everything they can to keep them safe. Among them, there is a near-unanimous belief that they’re being asked to risk their health in avoidable ways in order to keep doing their jobs. Some lament a rationing of hand sanitizer. Others point out that the supposed “deep cleaning” is not nearly as thorough as it needs to be. In New York City, the epicenter of the coronavirus outbreak in the United States, at least 52 transit employees have tested positive for the virus and one subway conductor has died.

At the core of it all is a problem that predates the coronavirus crisis: a lack of communication and trust between management and labor. In good times, this relationship is saturated with complications because management ultimately answers to politicians, and politicians often have other concerns than providing good service and treating workers fairly. For example, multiple workers told Motherboard they were initially instructed not to wear masks, because management didn’t want to scare riders, a concern that seems unbearably quaint today.

Are you a public transit employee? Are you having trouble navigating your agency's sick leave policy or otherwise concerned about its reaction to coronavirus? We'd love to hear from you. Using a non-work phone or computer, you can contact Aaron Gordon at [email protected] or [email protected].

Motherboard heard from a dozen bus drivers and train operators for this article. Below are excerpts from seven of those conversations. Every transit employee asked for anonymity because they feared they would be fired if they spoke about their concerns to the press. Their responses have been lightly edited for clarity and to preserve anonymity.

“A lot of the workforce is probably already infected”

Communication between management and the workforce is very poor. We pretty much have no clue what's going on each day. We have an MTA covid command message center on our internal web portal but it doesn't even get updated frequently.

Realistically all that's really been done is there's more soap, and SOMETIMES hand sanitizer at our crew room locations. Initially they didn't even want to allow us to wear masks because they thought it would invoke public panic.

There's now memos posted about keeping safe distances from one another (6 feet etc) but because they refuse to reduce service our crew rooms which are already small are just crowded with people that most definitely are not 6 feet apart. [Note: after this email was sent, the MTA instituted an “essential service” schedule that cuts some off-peak subway and bus service.]

They claim to be cleaning the trains, and at some terminals/yards that definitely is the case. However the operating positions for the train operators and conductors are rarely if ever cleaned. It is apparently our responsibility to keep those clean, using our own cleaning supplies. Which at the moment is very difficult to come by. So let's say a coworker has Covid-19 and was just in that cab. If you don't have hydrogen peroxide, Clorox wipes, alcohol or Lysol, you're pretty much SOL.

When we sign in, we are required to meet with the dispatcher at the location for a fitness for duty assessment. Make sure we're good to operate, this is good. Except that a few dispatchers have been tested positive and sent home. How many operators and conductors did they come into contact with prior to being sent home though? A lot of the workforce is probably already infected, and either just an asymptomatic carrier, or hasn't gotten to the point where they feel sick yet.

-New York City subway train operator

After the MTA shifted to “essential service” schedules, I contacted this operator to ask if the crowding had gotten any better in crew rooms. “As of right now that would be negative,” he replied. “Right now they really don't know what's going on. We’ll all be scheduled to work, but you'll technically be making fewer trips. It's at the discretion of the dispatcher. So packed crew rooms are still a thing, unless it just happens to be that time where most crews are on the road.”

The following day, he emailed to say one crew room was less crowded. Not because of any service changes, but because so many workers called out sick.

Later that day, he emailed me again to say a worker on his line posted on Facebook that he tested positive and there is "a very high likelihood" they came into contact. He is now trying to figure out if the MTA's covid leave policy applies to workers who have come into contact with other workers who have tested positive, because he hasn't accrued enough sick days to take two weeks off. A recent tweet from the New York City subway's official account says, "We're running as many trains as we possibly can, but we’re also insisting that any MTA employee who feels sick or has been in close contact with someone who has tested positive for COVID-19 must stay home. That is non-negotiable, and it's part of how we're keeping you safe."

“Transit agencies these days are more worried about saving face and looking good in the eyes of the public.”

So far all the agency has done for us is give us hand sanitizer, one bottle is all we’re allotted. My union had to almost beg them to allow us to wear face mask.

I just read that local hospitals are running out of supplies for testing so that adds to the stress. We don’t have driver shields here [hard plastic dividers between drivers and riders] so there’s that fear that someone will attack me from behind. This just adds to the stress of being a bus operator.

Some transit agencies have turned to rear-door entry and exit and stopped collecting fares to try to limit operator contact with the public (this won’t apply to disabled and elderly who need to use the ramp/lift).

My union claims that management is discussing the idea of rear door boarding and entry, I personally think since other agencies are doing it, it’s a no brainer at a time like this. (especially these days they don’t want us to worry about fare enforcement, that’s a whole other story). Transit agencies these days are more worried about saving face and looking good in the eyes of the public. Driver safety and protection falls to the wayside here.

-Bus driver in upstate New York

“We’ve taken it upon ourselves to use our own money to buy wipes and gloves”

Basically, the governor and MTA executives have deemed public transit to be an essential service, which is understandable, even if 100 percent of non-essential employees have to stay home there are still people who need to get to hospitals, fire houses, and precincts for work. Many of us understand that and that’s why we’re making the effort to come to work despite the rapid spread of the virus.

Unfortunately for us from what I’ve seen first hand, the only thing we’ve been provided is hand sanitizer. And not enough of it. We’ve taken it upon ourselves to use our own money to buy wipes and gloves for others which are very difficult to find. I saw a conductor at Main St-Flushing [the terminal station for the 7 line in Queens] put a mask and gloves on, then he proceeded to start cleaning air vents and the walls surrounding those vents; others are wiping down tables, chairs and still expected to continue to use our own money to buy wipes and disinfectant spray to clean our operating cabs.

As city employees [the MTA is a state agency] we don’t make enough money to care for our children, buy food, necessary stock for the home, gas for our cars, and on top of that buy supplies and PPE [personal protection equipment] to do our job that the state and city see as necessary.

I don’t really feel safe going to work because of upper management’s need to keep statistics and details hidden from their employees; last I heard there were 23 confirmed cases of the virus among employees [this was sent on March 21]. But who are these people, where do they work, what line, what equipment did they use, if we had that information we can better protect ourselves, and take the necessary steps to sanitize and thoroughly clean to stop the spread but they choose not to tell us.

Lastly, it’s been difficult to get testing, many of us don’t know if we should call out of work for a consistent cough or a runny nose without having other symptoms, and even if we attempted to call to get to me off, many of us have to call and hold for more than an hour. One coworker I know of called 75 times before he got in touch with anyone. It’s been difficult for us and we’re only trying to do our job.

-New York City subway train operator

“I dislike management's attitude towards these people”

Transit systems big and small are trying to figure out how to keep delivering service to essential workers who need it while facing the financial pressures from huge ridership drops. While these decisions are typically made by the highest levels of management working with political leadership, it is the bus drivers who have to face the riders and tell them they won’t have bus service anymore.

With ridership so low, the company has decided to go to a Saturday schedule for Monday-Friday. We had an emergency picking of new schedules. They had to add special runs to accommodate some (notice I said "some") runs that don't run on Saturday. But they left out a few routes. One of those left out runs was one of the ones I was doing. It won't affect me, as I have a new run, but some of my regulars do not have transportation and live way out. When I complained, I got shrugs and oh wells. I know: drastic times, drastic measures, but come on….these are people without a means to get to work and they still have to work. If we are going to run anyway, then they should pick these people up. I told them all to call and complain and have their friends and relatives call in also. I dislike management's attitude towards these people.

I have several health issues that put me in the likely-to-have-problems category if I catch this. I'm not freaking out like some of my coworkers, but I am concerned. I was told that some drivers have gotten excused from duty, some with pay and some without (just depends on what your health situation is), by our superintendent. If you get excused with pay, it's for two weeks. Better than nothing, but this isn't going to be over in two weeks, so then what?

The company originally said no masks, as they were—get this—more worried about the message masks sent to the public. More worried about image than employee safety, or at least peace of mind [the World Health Organization says masks are only needed if “you are taking care of a person with suspected 2019-nCoV infection; many of the transit workers Motherboard spoke to were aware that masks aren’t proven effective at keeping you healthy, but wanted to wear them anyway]. They only recently decided we can wear them, but only after meeting with the union.

It looks as though most of my coworkers are of the opinion that we should be shut down. Yes, we do all care about our passengers, but staying healthy is more important than transporting people around town. It also lessens exposure, especially in the state with the No. 1 Coronavirus diagnoses. We can't shut down unless the governor says we can, but that's not looking promising.

-Bus driver in Albany, NY

“We have to deal with the complete disrespect from supervisors”

While the drivers and maintenance workers are the front-line men and women within the transportation industry, we have to deal with the complete disrespect from supervisors who are not exposed to the same conditions we are exposed to. Some of the supervisors have been caught making statements saying "it's not in our contracts that we have to provide protection to drivers.” It's statements like this that will keep drivers from coming into work. It's bad enough that drivers have to go out and put themselves in harm's way working with limited protection, but to have complete disrespect from supervisors is intolerable and cannot go on.

-Bus driver union representative in Wilmington, Delaware

“Yes we are disaster workers but does that mean that we have to catch the virus or even die?”

Ever since Covid-19 made its way to California our company has not been giving us the supplies we need to stay safe from catching the virus. They promised us masks, sanitizer, and gloves. The only thing they have provided us with was gloves.

They say they have cleaned the buses left and right, up and down but there have been times where we found roaches and little flies that look different than flies. Other companies have been letting patrons in through the rear door (only ADA patrons are allowed through the front door). The other companies have denied access to patrons to get close to the operator. We do have protective doors but air still flows around which means the virus can move around.

They haven't offered us hazard pay or anything, or not even a raise for these crises we are living today. We are afraid of catching it and going to our families with the virus because the virus can stay in our clothes or our lunch bags or anything that we have there.

The CEO said that all of the employees are cleared of the virus but no one has even been tested at the company so how do they know we are all cleared of this virus? Yes we are disaster workers but does that mean that we have to catch the virus or even die if some people have preconditions when the company does not care at all?

-Los Angeles bus driver

"I have a newfound sense of duty to the people of Los Angeles"

Personally, I’m still OK with coming into work because I have a newfound sense of duty to the people of Los Angeles. There are still people who need to get to and from work, clinics, hospitals, grocery stores etc. I show up to work for them.

As for management…well, I would like to start off by saying that, as someone who's been driving for some time now, I have always felt that I, and my fellow operators, are just pawns in their game of political chess. Going back before any of this started, every and any change in policy pertaining to operator safety/well-being has been reactionary and not proactive.

If I had to place a letter grade of Metro senior leaderships’ actions to protecting operators, it would have to be a very low C-, borderline D.

-LACMTA (Los Angeles) bus driver

Here’s How Transit Workers Feel About Going to Work During Coronavirus syndicated from https://triviaqaweb.wordpress.com/feed/

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Sol Alfaro → Oscar Isaac → Wolf

→ Basic Information

Age: 199

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: June 6th

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Religion: Atheist

→ His Personality

(one to two paragraphs)

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Building Inspector

Scars: Scars from fights

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: History and Traditions

Two Dislikes: Pop culture and Swearing

Two Fears: Being a Lone Wolf and Being poisoned

Two Hobbies: Poker and Softball

Three Positive Traits: Genuine, Influential, Supportive

Three Negative Traits: Arrogant, Closeminded, Impulsive

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Marco Alfaro (Father): His parents unexpectedly when Sol was still a baby. No one can explain their deaths and Sol was raised by his pack.

Maria Alfaro (Mother): His parents unexpectedly when Sol was still a baby. No one can explain their deaths and Sol was raised by his pack.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

Marco Alfaro II (Son): Marco passed away 20 years ago during a dominance fight in Cincinnati. He raised his children to always do what was right for the pack, even if it meant ruffling feathers. Marco’s death has made him question this philosophy.

Alicia Alfaro (Daughter): Alicia is the leader of Portland’s Clan Wolf. They haven’t spoken in many years, after the death of her brother, for which she blames him for “goading” Marco.

Esma Alfaro (Daughter): Esma is his youngest and sweetest. She married a man from Minneapolis and has a whole litter of grandchildren for him. He has been trying to get her to return to Chicago, but she said it reminds her too much of her mother.

Romantic Connections:

Marni Frazier (Interest): Marni has been the only woman to hold Sol interest since his wife died. For the first time in decades he is interested in something more than causal sex. Marni’s sweet and innocent demeanor appeals to Sol’s dominant side, however, he loves that she can also stick up for herself, has quick wit and sass; she would be the perfect mate and possibly an amazing leader wife. Sol is thinking about biting the bullet and asking her out for dinner.

Esmerelda Alfaro (Deceased Wife): Esmerelda died at 50 from a brutal fight with a tiger. He swore vengeance for his wife, until Ogden talked him down. He sees her spirit in their remaining children and grandchildren.

Platonic Connections:

Michael Shaw (Good Friend): He knows Michael sees the vision he has for this Clan and how he is the one to lead it. If he were to try and rise up against current leadership, Sol is sure Michael would be behind him.

Alan Thomas (Best Friend): Alan is a good man and when they met they clicked instantly. Alan has had his back in each fight he’s fought and he knows he will in the future too.

Chris Shaw (Friend): Chris was given his position as Liaison, which he used to poison him against Isaac. He spoke of how disposable Isaac saw this position and warned him there might be much strife due to the change. Sol is sure a seed of doubt was planted in his mind.

Geraldine ‘Geri’ Beckham (Friend): Geri and Sol became friends very quickly when she moved to Chicago. He’d known her family in Milwaukee and saw her for the strong addition to the pack that she was. He often defends her when his comrades begin to criticize her life and the grace she lives it with.

Selene Andris (Friend): Selene comes from a good family, and he knew her grandfather well. He wishes the best for her, though she seems a bit aimless. He has tried to reach out to her before and help her on her way to finding a more secure place in the clan.

Mason Harley (Friend): Sol felt the pain of losing his wife all over again when Mason was dealing with his heartache. He aided with the funeral arrangements and took Mason closer under his wings. Sol knows that Mason agrees with some of the changes he wants to make within the pack but is not a fan of the way Sol is going about it. Sol respects his input and is thinking of a new way.

Zack Harris (Friendly): Sarah introduced Sol to her husband decades back. Zack has always been straight to business and blunt; Sol admires it.

Sarah Harris (Old Friend): Sol was around when Sarah first became liaison. Sol taught her what he also learned from his decades as liaison. When Isaac removed him from the position, Sarah kept in contact and went as far as putting in a good word for him with Ellis, the jackal leader.

Sam Thompson (Old Friend): Sam shares many of his frustrations with his own head, and he has been girding himself to challenge Clara. Sol wonders what is taking him so long and if he can actually beat Garland’s daughter in a real fight. She is a born shifter with great prowess, and he’d gladly take her over his current head.

Hollis Sony (Old Friend): Hollis and Esmerelda were great friends in the past, and she is always willing to walk down memory lane with him. She lost her husband as well and mourning is an old friend to them both. They meet up at least once a month at his home and listen to old records and reminisce.

Percy McCormick III (Old Friend): He’s known Percy for a century, through spats and bickering between clans and has a deep appreciation for the man. He is trying to do something revolutionary with the Nimbles and Sol has full support for him. They are men of similar minds and Sol would like to think he could unite fellow wolf clans in Northwestern Illinois under his rule.

Liz Snow (Old Friend): Along with Percy, Sol is great friends with his Number Two. She has a brilliant mind for strategy and balances elegance with brains. Had they not have been two incompatible species, Sol would have pursued Elizabeth.

Minsky Edison (Old Friend): After Sol lost his wife, he was in a dark place and went as far as seeking out witches and warlocks to help get his wife back. That’s how Sol met Minsky. The man advised him against using magic or contacting a necromancer, as a replacement of dealing with his loss. At first, Sol did not take it well but Minsky somehow kept finding him and offering his guidance and friendship. It’s been nearly 150 years and they still keep in contact. Minsky is considered one of Sol’s best friends.

Douglas Gish (Friendly): Douglas is an easy going Human Shifter and the go between when something goes wrong on their half. While the Chicago PD human shifters no longer accept bribes, Douglas comes in handy when there has been an unusual wolf sighting, unauthorized biting/changing, and other supernatural events. Sol is also playing nice, knowing it would be good to have the human shifter on his side when he takes over the Chicago wolf pack.

Hostile Connections:

Isaac Baker (Hates): Isaac Baker is nothing in comparison to Ogden. A weak, changed wolf who cares nothing for the legacy that the Chicago Clan has built. He is cowed by witches and warlocks and lets anyone join the clan. He has attempted multiple times to overthrow Isaac, but what he lacks in abilities as a leader he makes up for in fighting. After his first attempt, Isaac removed him from his position as liaison as punishment and it has only made his hatred burn stronger.

Peter Knox (Hates): Peter is a perfect example of the kind of riff raff that Isaac Baker allows to succeed in the clan. He thought Ogden’s decision to allow Peter Knox into the clan was questionable, but understandable to continue in growing their numbers. But Baker’s choice to allow him to climb to the 2nd highest ranked wolf is an anathema. Especially when he chose to mate with Duke Thornton. Sol has also challenged Peter, and lost. He knows that Peter has been around much longer than him and believes that gave him an edge.

Deucalion Thornton (Hates): Absolute pure hatred comes in the form of Duke Thornton, mate to Peter Knox and friend to Isaac Baker. Duke joined the pack without proper introduction and with full control of his shifts. Something behind the man’s eyes screams wisdom and extreme danger. Sol tried to talk to the man and get Duke on his side of reasoning but Duke completely shut him out. Worse yet is that every time Sol tries to talk some sense into Duke, Sol ends up with the worst luck for days, if not weeks, after their conversations.

Leah Phillips (Unsure): Something about Leah does not sit right with Sol and he cannot for the life of him put his finger one it. She does feed into what he has to say on some topics and others have her running for the hills. He has taken to watching her whenever they are in the room together.

Malik Jenkins (Unsure): Sol has no problems with the local Anderson Hunter Family but he had heard of the Jenkins Hunter Family and the hell they caused back in the day. While their pack mostly works with Grant Anderson, Malik has been trying to squeeze his way into their folds and Sol crosses the line at one hunter. Sol defenses are always up around Malik and the other hunters.

Pets:

None

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