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Character in general: How they play them: The Mun:

Do I:

RP with them: Want to RP with them:

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

Send my muse a “Snowflake”

20. Your muse confessing their love

Ranma…wasn’t…the best at conveying his true feelings. He had three other women who could vouch for that sentiment, and it didn’t make it any easier that there was a fourth girl in his life who just so happened to catch his eye. Though he didn’t want to admit to her face or even to himself, he knew there was something about Saki that made her different from his fiancees. That determination, that fierceness in battle, and it was obvious that they shared the same passion when it came to fighting. All made better by the fact that she always greeted him with a smile rather than the usual violence he was accustomed to from his suitors.

But while they sat from each other sipping away at their hot chocolate, he had to wonder…if he did ever tell her how he felt, would it be the right thing to do? It wasn’t like he had to worry about being betrothed anymore since his past was left behind, but there was still that feeling of guilty that almost made his stomach wretch. Swallowing deep, he figured it was probably for the best he stopped dwelling on them, and start anew. Putting down his mug, he stared into her red hues with a determined look on his face.

"…Saki, I, uhhh…uhm…you and I have been seeing each other an awful lot lately..what with all the fighting and all, and I uhm…think…you’re really special, y’know? It’s not everyday I’m faced with someone who’s a near match for me. I admire that fire…that drive you take with you into battle, and I honestly have to say I couldn’t have a better sparring partner than you. But uhhh…I was thinking that…maybe you and I could…I dunno….I maybe…sort of…like you. Actually…I’d use a stronger word than ‘like’…uhm…what’s that word…It’s…it’s coming to me…I-I-I…uhhh…"

"Lov—…."

But here’s the catch! 

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-24 to see how my muse reacts to:

Your muse making mine some hot chocolate

Your muse wrapped up as a present

Your muse making an awful snow man

Your muse asking for help putting up up decorations

Your muse singing carols

Your muse hiding mistletoe everywhere

Your muse hitting mine in the face with a snowball

Your muse being drunk after all the mistletoe and wine

Your muse putting out cookies and milk for Santa

Your muse getting a cold

Your muse tearing down all the Christmas  decor

Your muse making snow angels

Your muse eating too many candy canes and getting sick

Your muse in an ugly holiday sweater

Your muse forcing mine to wear an ugly sweater

Your muse wrapping presents

Your muse sculpting a life size snow pikachu

Your muse trying to catch snowflakes on their tongue

Your muse trying to share a scarf with mine

Your muse confessing their love

Your muse inviting mine to go ice-skating

Your muse dressing up as santa

Your muse sitting on my muse’s knee

Black Tea ❧ What was the biggest challenge they experienced in the city?

Chai Tea ❧ If they could speak to the scientists directly, what would they say?

Chamomile Tea ❧ If given the chance, would they return home? Why or why not?

Earl Grey Tea ❧ What friends have they made in the city? 

Elderflower ❧ If there was one person they wanted to see in the city that isn’t here yet, who would it be? Why?

English Breakfast Tea ❧ Are they more willing to listen to what the scientists tell them to do, or not? Why or why not? 

Ginger Tea ❧ Do they enjoy their time in the city?

Green Tea ❧ What do they think of the NPCs? If an NPC was in trouble, would they aid them?

Lemon Balm ❧ How often do they think about home? 

Mint Tea ❧ What is something they are proud of that they’ve done in the city so far?

Not much thought had been put into this trip. He grew tired of the same section of the library and the same streets of the Shopping District so the young Italian bought a handheld tube light and started walking in a straight line towards the far end of the library. Rooms had been carved into the walls here as well but, due to the limited population always coming and going, the place more resembled a ghost hostel than anything else. Climbing over the ever-present obstacles was easy enough. The ceiling was high, unseen from that distance, and gave him room to maneuver atop whatever might come in his path. He picked up books along the way. Most were damaged beyond comprehension, burned, torn, lost to the rough caress of passing time and human hands. He thought of his grandfather, who always kept ancient tomes around the house, and his grandmother, who Romano never got to meet but who he knew received all of those tomes. Would either of them have cried, seeing the devastation? It truly was another Library of Alexandria, another chunk of history and knowledge and progress dead through flame.

A particularly quiet section caught the Italian’s attention. All the light from the populated area of the library had been filtered out so only Romano’s tube light provided any form of comfort in the winding darkness. The floor was a true minefield. Romano climbed on top of a stack of books to rest from the trip. He leaned back with his head on a truly enormous tome and closed his eyes. It was so quiet, so unlike his Eternal City. Romano loved all of South Italy but Rome was where his heart had gotten stolen and he still hadn’t been able to get it back. Not that he wanted to. How he missed it all now…

From there, he started rummaging through the books of his pile. As expected, nothing was really worth reading due to the unfortunate condition of the pages. The book he’d rested on, however, seemed mostly intact. Romano held his light in one hand and the tome on his lap. He started flipping through the delicate pages. This was… Latin. His eyes lit up. Romano’s reading habits were a bit quirky; he mouthed most of the words he went through, especially if it was a language he knew but hadn’t practiced in a long time, and he made little facial expressions to match what was going on in the narrative.

Perhaps he’d been too absorbed in his reading to hear footsteps, or perhaps the person approaching had been too quiet. Either way, the tome fell from his lap when he felt wood at his neck. His entire body tensed and his first instinct was to scream and run. He swallowed the shriek readying itself on his lips and— wait. He knew this voice. Romano exhaled, body still frozen but mind working at remembering who it belonged to. When it hit him, he released the death-grip on his light and gently, carefully, turned his head up to look at the girl.

                        "--Mr.Vargas? What are you doing in a place like this so late? Don't you know there are creatures that lurk in the shadows down here? Its very dangerous at night." A little rude, immaturity didn't spare much hope for him right now at least. If a small prick from the sword was enough to startle him who knows what else would right? Tit for tat, if he wanted to continue doing that, as unease as it made her now. She'd just try to scare him a little. With that thought in mind, a couple flickers of the flash light in her left hand signaled its return.

                        Illuminating once more from the clunky thing, Saki spun her direction away from him. Exploring the center of this main attraction. "I've also heard rumors of people going missing here often.  People come to learn more only end up with less than what they came in with...And not a single body is ever found.. I hope you told someone you were coming here before you left." Composure or not, Saki was just a seventeen year old girl who didn't learn the full aspects of maturity. No, that much was obvious. Saki was a grown child acting out of insult.

                        "Anyway, now that I know you wont be any trouble I'll leave you to your business. Scream if you need help, declined offer or not I know I'm armed and still swear to protect those in need. And uhh..." Right.. Apologize for the other day.. Say sorry. Get it over with. "Don't go flickering your light. You might attract something unwanted." Yup. Thats all she had to say anyway. Lighting her path to climb back under the way she came, Saki did wonder what he was really up to in here. So many books, and attention to it all. Why did he care? Was there really something worth finding other than exploring a fun otherworldly place? It... Shouldn't matter should it? Right? It was none of her business. Stopping only after a few steps paced, the shame of not really apologizing drove her wonders all the further.