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I want to taste the sweet embrace of death after being smothered by Jeanneâs beautiful Bobbies
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Dam jeanni ur bobbies
    â ... who is jeanni? is that supposed to be me...? iâm not sure what it is youâre trying to say, but... it gives me a bad feeling for some reason. â
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  Silence is thick on his tongue, the vampyrâs unnatural aura somewhatââŚTWISTED, not of the same volume that the Sanâlayn held, nor the oddity of vampyrs on the shores of Stormheim; just what WAS she? It seemed each had their wonders, only he was beaten to breaking the silence with such.Â
  Illidan chuckles, the sound deep and thunderous in his tattooed chest, finding it far too amusing that both beasts were unsure of who they encountered.Â
    âThe answer would depend on who it is you inquire. Am I man, or am I Demon? What is it you perceive me to be?â
  The Illidari Lordâs form bends, quirked at the knees to gain a better sight of who it was he spoke with. The mangled wings that draped from his shoulders shift, the massive span coiling around his shoulders to keep him tucked awayâto appear smaller, less of a threatening presence to others nearby. His head bows, as if the large horns that sprouted weighed him down, and the soft fire behind his blindfold simmers like withering embers.
    âI was once an Elf, no different than my Brothers nor Sisters.â
   his answer only serves to heighten her bewilderment, mouth parting with the intention to ask another question, ( namely, just what in the world does he mean by âdemonâ? ) but she refrains, opting to mull over his latter query instead. what does she PERCEIVE? to call him a beast would not only be cruel, but possibly hypocritical -- for despite her own looks, who was TRULY the monster here? she, who had betrayed her own kind as reconciliation for her ancestors sins, or the winged creature she knows nothing of?Â
â that... i canât say for certain... â she isnât sure if he can hear her hushed tone, or whether sheâs even speaking to him to begin with. for now, all she knows to be true is that this--whatever he was--was an oddity unlike any she had ever seen before.
as his form shrinks down to roughly match her own size, she blinks, carefully observing him. she isnât sure what heâs doing at first, or why, but the smaller and more encased he became, the calmer she feels. she wonders if heâs doing it for her own comfort. if thatâs the case, she owes him an apology, but that would have to come later. his latter statement is what requires her immediate attention. â elf..? â like the ones in childrenâs books? she thought them to be purely fictitious. â what do you mean you were once an elf...? are you no longer one..? â

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ouma complies, allowing her to sit him up. he did land a bit harder than heâd intended, but heâs otherwise fine. he rubs the back of his head. itâs pretty funny, watching her panic over nothing like that. he has to wonder just how long he can milk this for.
âi-i donât know,â he answers solemnly. âi think i hit my head pretty hardâŚâ
he crosses his legs. he looks at the hand that was rubbing his head and feigns a sigh of relief. âiâm not bleeding, at least.â
   the confirmation that he isnât bleeding alleviates her worry, but only by a fraction. while sheâs very thankful for the lack of blood due to her own... issues when in the presence of it, the fact that he isnât bleeding doesnât mean that he wasnât seriously injured. if he has a concussion, he needs medical attention as soon as possible.
â do you need to see a doctor? i can carry you, if need be..! â she doesnât wait for him to answer, already rising to her feet. she lifts the coffin encasement with ease, strapping it to her back and offering a hand out to him. â iâm worried you might have hit your head, so i think we should hurry! â
VANITAS.
âžâ   A slanted, slate roof made things a little more dangerous for a mortal of his size and fragility, but itâs nothing compared to the wretchedness of the catacombs. Every chance he has to see a sunset, he takes. Though watching them alone is fulfilling⌠the opportunity to watch the day break with a person he cares for is something he never thought he would experience. As he sees Jeanne hop up on the roof to join him, he feels something stir deep within his chest, as it does on occasion when she grants him an audience with her. He offers a hand to aid her in settling down next to him, quick to watch for her eyes in reaction to the view in front of them.
 While sheâs distracted, he procures a bag of goodies from a secured spot next to him. Pastries, jams, and yogurt are breakfast staples, when he can find them. He rolls back the sides so they can easily access the contents, and produces a knife to spread a small amount of jam over a slice of bread before handing it her way. A warm smile laced over his lips, he sits back with a huff.
â Oui. This way Iâm not bothered⌠aside from birds, insects.. the occasional rat. Did you know they can swim through pipes? â Catching her expression change, he wonders if perhaps mentioning rats during a meal should have been against his better judgement.
Nibbling on a pastry, his eyes darken whilst looking out at the shades of pinks and yellows rising above the roof tops. Itâs not uncommon for Jeanne to be anxious around him, given their track record, but he can sense that something else is lingering below the surface. How they ended up here is the likely offender. It must be lonely for her, constantly surrounded by nobility and purpose, to suddenly find herself in a foreign place where your identity means NOTHING. She has already reinvented herself from her time as a bourreau, could she strive to do so again? As his expression works respective of his mind, he beams at the woman to the left with enough enthusiasm to make her melt.
â Did you sleep well? If youâre lonesome, Iâm sure the beds they provided could be large enough to fit two! â
    her gaze is locked firmly on the distant colors melding together in the sky, the chill of the morning air forcing her to tug her shawl over her shoulders. she hasnât taken in the sunrise before. as soon as she woke up, she was usually at her masters side, all of her focus on him. rarely did she ever stop to admire the wondrous sights around her, as her duties demanded she keep her eyes low -- specifically on luca, and any potential threats. she didnât mind though. as breathtaking as this was, she would trade it, and any other beautiful spectacle for the chance to be by her masters side again. her chest aches at the thought of leaving luca unprotected. how could she live with herself if he was hurt while she sat idly on a rooftop? what if he was gazing up at the same sunrise as she was, worried sick and praying for her safe return? what if they couldnât return?Â
she hears a rattling by her ear, jars clanking together and some shuffling, but pays it no mind. not until a slice of bread is shoved directly in front of her where she canât possibly ignore it. her eyes snap open as if she had been in a trance to shift to the side. a warm flush immediately blossoms in her cheeks as sheâs met with his smile. sheâs equally as surprised by it as she is by the kind offer he holds out, which she takes with little hesitation. â .. thank you. â she murmurs quietly, unsure if he heard her, but too busy biting into her bread to make sure.
his abrupt words startle her, confusion apparent as she processes what heâs referring to. in her sorrowful haze, she had forgotten the question she asked him moments ago. mind beginning to clear, she responds with a simple âah,â but now sheâs bewildered by something else. his wording is strange. he makes it sound as though he eats on the roof by himself, as opposed to with noĂŠ. they were friends, werenât they? wasnât it more enjoyable to eat with someone you liked? then again, vanitas was an enigma. maybe he derived pleasure from eating alone... but then why was she invited here? she swiftly brushes off these thoughts, deciding itâs pointless to attempt trying to understand such a puzzling man. he would likely remain a mystery to her for the rest of his life.Â
â ... huh? â she inquires, turning to face him once more. her eyes bore into him for a few awkward moments, blinking repetitively. what did he say? something about sleep... and...
â --????!! â she makes quick work of wrapping her head around his implication, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks for the second time. the day hadnât even truly started, and yet he had made her blush twice in such a short amount of time. she curses his ability to get a rise from her. â d-donât be ridiculous!! iâm not-- â the word hangs heavy on her tongue, throat constricting around a lie she isnât sure she can pull off. pained ambers drop to her lap, lashes lowering and fingers clutching her shawl. silence builds tension in the air, her breakfast long forgotten. both hunger and sleep didnât come easy to her in this city, but admitting to that wonât make any difference.
â vanitas... â she pauses, considering what she wants to ask. several questions come to mind, but each sound too accusatory to her. how can you make jokes at a time like this? arenât you scared? why are you smiling as if nothing is wrong? she wants answers to all of this, but above all, she wants answers to one thing in particular.Â
â ..do you miss anyone? â
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â How intensely sheâd managed to catch this strangerâs eye! Rin was startled by the look, and could not fathom its meaning, but thinking on it was rather distractingâ enough to have her stopping abruptly in her tracks. She stared back with an expression that didnât quite parallel the bewilderment of the gaze that pursued her, then, finally, she decided to approach. Without even a sliver of hesitation, the small, blonde android glided right over to the stranger.
   â âŚCan I help you? â she asked.
   â oh--! n-no, iâm.. â she fumbles over her words, clearly at a loss for what to say. she hadnât expected the girl to stroll up to her so nonchalantly -- but she supposes itâs her own fault for staring in the first place. â i was just... â
amber hues blink repeatedly as she attempts to form a proper response in her head. she still isnât sure if the girl is the issue here, or if her nose is mistaken. she appears to be a normal child, without any obvious signs of otherworldliness, but the vampire canât shake the feeling that something is off about her. regardless, she canât simply ask outright whether the girl is human or not -- if she is, it would become a very troublesome conversation.
â i was... a little confused, is all. â which isnât untrue, but she has no plans to further elaborate. â um.. i didnât mean to stare. please forgive me for my impudence. â
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 Ever since finding a wealth of things to keep him occupied in the city, his days of performing dangerous stunts for paltry entertainment had dwindled to an end, now replaced with far milder games and toys enjoyed with his little sister. And the skateboard, now having been replaced twice, served the purpose of transportation only, and any frequenter of the streets would often see him rolling past on a board that may or may not have been decorated in stickers by the other two members of his house â and although the stickers were not his style, the fact they came from those two made them just a little bit bearable.Â
 While on his way to the arcade, he noticed the pedestrian in the street long before danger approached, and thus kept an eye on the meandering figure, partially out of curiosity, then soon out of confusion, for they seemed as though blinded, completely unaware of their surroundingsâ and far beyond the point of safety. He saw the car round the corner and the way the woman did not move, so in a split momentâs decision, he shouted a warning and propelled forward on the skateboard, vacating it last second to leap, wrap both arms around her, and tumble off to the side of the road, the sharp crack of the board breaking beneath the car following their descent.
 A fall at such speeds would normally cause fairly deep lacerations to the body and risk the breaking of bones, but he was sturdy despite his stature, and he extended a protective nen barrier around the woman to prevent any injuries to her body. When their momentum receded and they had settled to a halt beside the sidewalk, he shot up, face battered, ready to scold.
 â What the hell were you thinking, idiot?! â And what was he thinking, saving some strangerâ? â Are you trying to get yourself killed?! â
   the feeling of small arms wrapped around her registers in her mind, as does the blaring of a horn that most likely belongs to the car she had stood in front of -- and yet even when she comes to a complete stop on the sidewalk, she isnât sure what to make of any of it. in an instant, she had gone from nearly being hit in the middle of the road to lying down, dazed. not only that, but she is completely unharmed.Â
for a brief moment, she wonders if anything had happened at all, or if she merely imagined it -- perhaps she had been asleep here for some reason and woken up in the same spot, but that theory is quickly disproved by a very loud, very angry shout from beside her. once she turns her head to face the source, ( nearly ) everything clicks into place, and she is nothing short of horrified by what greets her.
â ... !!??? âÂ
a child, no older than her liege, sits next to her. a mixture of disbelief and rage is clear in his expression, as are the bloodied and bruised marks that decorate it. this child had been the one to save her? and in the process, he had been hurt.Â
her daze ends as quick as it came. sheâs suddenly very aware of whatâs happened, and whatâs happening currently -- and she couldnât possibly feel more guilty if she tried. sheâs incredibly thankful heâs only mildly beaten up by the fall, knowing how much worse it could have been. if he had gotten hit in her place, she wouldnât have been able to live with herself.Â
â n-no, i...! â she begins, pushing herself up on her elbows ( once again noting the complete lack of pain in her joints. how strange. ) â iâm so sorry, i was just...! â not thinking at all, actually -- but she doesnât exactly want to say that. he appears frustrated enough as it is, and sheâs admittedly ashamed that she had gotten distracted by sights yet again.  â i wasnât... no, p-please just forget about that for now! â or forever, if she had it her way. though, she supposes she does owe him an explanation -- but there are more important matters at hand here. â are you okay?! â
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100 Random Character Development QuestionsÂ
066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?
jeanne is easily amazed by ANYTHING new, and whereas nature typically remains the same, cities are constantly changing, and she finds something dazzling in them every time she ventures out for sightseeings sake. sheâs more USED to nature and its sights compared to cities as well, so she much prefers city life to it, where she can always expect to see or experience something she never has before.
075. Is your character ticklish?
as loath as she is to admit it, yes. it greatly flusters her and she would much prefer not being tickled, even if itâs fun. her strength far surpasses most, and while she DOES know how to control it, she doesnât know what sheâll do or if sheâll break anything while sheâs being tickled.
080. How easy is it for others to read your characterâs emotions?
generally, itâs easy to tell how jeanne is feeling based on her over the top reactions and tendency to say exactly whatâs on her mind when she isnât thinking clearly. for those who can pick up on subtle changes in someoneâs expression, or spot the discrepancies in their words, itâs equally as easy to pick up on how jeanne is feeling even if sheâs trying her hardest not to let you.
091. What type of music does your character like?
classical music is a given considering the era sheâs from, however, if we were to get technical, slow songs are her favorite. ones she can relax to, as opposed to the quicker ones that play during events such as masques where youâre required to dance quickly. she prefers music that you can sway leisurely to instead.

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âYou.. donât know what a camera is?â Prompto hopes this didnât come out harsh, because itâs definitely not what he was going for. He just never thought heâd need to explain what his passion is.Â
Heâs in thought for a secondâhe wants to explain it in a way that doesnât sound boring. With a friendly expression, he decides to show her the photos heâs taken so far on the cameraâs little screen.Â
âItâs for taking photos! See?â He shuffles through the gallery with a click of a button. It consisted of photos of himself, his friends, and some of the cityâs scenery. âHere! Try and take one of yourself!â Prompto beams, happily handing his camera over to the stranger.
    â ... a camera? â well, of course she knew what that was -- but this didnât look like a camera at all. cameras were large, covered with fabric usually, and flashed brightly upon the picture being taken. this was... different.Â
sheâs perplexed, but doesnât think too much of it at first ( perhaps this city simply had a different type of camera for some reason. ) itâs when he stands beside her and begins showing her the pictures within the device that she becomes utterly fascinated. that wasnât merely new -- it was FAR more advanced than the average camera.
â wha -- huh? â she blinks, forced out of her entrancement by the camera now sitting idly in her hands. â ..... of me? â she echoes him, gaze shifting back and forth from him to the camera for a few puzzling moments. she had never taken a picture of herself -- she canât even recall if sheâs ever had a picture taken of her by someone else.Â
â ... â unsure of what to do, the woman aims ( what she assumes is ) the lens at herself before clicking the largest button she can find and waiting for the picture to appear. when it doesnât, she stares at the object quizzically, disappointment quickly becoming evident by the slump of her shoulders. â ... it didnât work, â she murmurs. â did i not do it correctly...?? â
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Sheâd taken to walking the streets, mostly keeping to herself. There was still much to this city she needed to familiarize herself with. Though day to day life, thus far had been relatively peaceful. Kyouko supposed it was a relief. She was contemplating stopping by a cafe on her way home, when she spotted the woman. In all honesty, she was surprised more people hadnât started staring. She moved somewhat close to her. Finding things fell into the jurisdiction of a detective, after all.
ââŚ.Have you lost something?â
    â ah -- â
sheâs immediately pulled away from her search by the question, wide yellow eyes quickly peering over her shoulder to meet the others gaze. the realization of how disheveled she must appear dawns on her when she sees the flat look on the girls face. her hair is a mess, standing up in various directions, and sheâs amazed the crazed, tearful look in her eye hasnât already driven her away.Â
it might have seemed strange to be getting so worked up over something so small, but she was planning on gifting it to a certain person when she saw them again. it gave her something to look forward to amidst the sadness she had experienced since she was no longer by their side.
â .. yes, actually. a charm -- it -- it was here just a moment ago, but now -- â she returns her attention back to the task at hand, shoulders slumping under the weight of her despair. â theyâre -- theyâre werenât any of these charms left at the shop i bought it from... this was the last one.. if i donât find it, i canât go get another..!! âÂ
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100 Random Character Development QuestionsÂ
006. What sense do they most rely on?
it would be a toss up between her sense of SMELL and her SIGHT. as a vampire, her vision is extremely important to her. without it, she would be unable to produce the flames she uses in battle â or, more than likely, be unable to fight at all. as her for her sense of smell, it comes in handy when sheâs trying to determine whether someone is a THREAT or not â or where someone is.
012. What makes your character embarrassed?
showing her AFFECTION of any kind is the quickest way to make her embarrassed. even the smallest thing, such as giving her a gift or patting her head, will cause her to become embarrassed â not by the act itself mind you, but the immense happiness and CONFUSION it causes her. she isnât someone used to kind actions being directed towards her in any way, so her emotions tend to run amuck when she receives it. also vanitas. anything pertaining to vanitas embarrasses her.
014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.
jeanne deeply regrets being unable to kill her sister-figure, chloĂŠ. it isnât really a secret truthfully, but her reason BEHIND it is. jeanne doesnât really want to kill her; in fact itâs chloĂŠ that wanted to die by jeanneâs hand, to stop her from taking anymore innocent lives. the shame jeanne feels comes from the fact that she couldnât fulfill her dear friends wishes and put an end to the senseless murders.
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    he has his chin resting atop her head as sheâs held against him in what she assumes is meant to be a comforting embrace â but she isnât sure if thatâs what she feels. sheâs disconnected from the world around her, pale yellow eyes shimmering with tears as she focuses on nothing in particular. she supposes that in itself is a form of comfort.
itâs happened again â the loss of control she only experiences on occasion. it feels as though sheâs caught in a loop â she goes rampant, he stops her, then drags her off to find solace in seclusion. he offers her blood, she takes it, then takes more, and more, and more â until she has to ground herself, lest she become a real monster. it feels gross. she feels gross. but what truly sickens her is the relief that momentarily floods into her when he reminds her of his promise â â donât worry, i swore to kill you if you truly lost yourself, didnât i? â
it echoes in the back of her mind, a mantra packed with his rare sincerity. it leaves her feeling boneless as she slumps against him. it shouldnât relieve her. she shouldnât even have to deal with this. it isnât fair. but that doesnât matter. what matters is that he means it now, just as he did before, and that heâll mean it when it inevitably happens again. it was her only chance for salvation.
she picks her head up, glossy eyed as she observes him briefly. he looks unperturbed, as he usually did, and she wonders how he can still look so flippant in a situation like this â with someone who just drank a great deal of his blood again. well, that was fine. actually, it was probably more than she could ask for.
her hand finds his, dragging it from the small of her back to her cheek as she averts her eyes. sheâs still dazed, isnât entirely aware of what sheâs doing, or why, but she knows she doesnât want to see his expression anymore. she doesnât want to know what heâs feeling; whether heâs surprised, disgusted, or happy by the kiss she presses to the flat of his palm. her lips linger for a few moments; a silent thank you, and an internal vow â  â i will protect you. â
fifty ways to kiss someone.  send me a đ and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yoursâŚ
29. âŚas a promise.
021. How do they display affection?
100 Random Character Development Questions
021. How do they display affection?
jeanne has a wide variety of ways she displays affection, ( her overprotectiveness, her giddy demeanor around people she likes ) but her largest one by far, and one sheâs unaware of herself, is how she talks about people she likes. unless itâs an emergency, jeanne doesnât physically touch people without their permission, so her primary way of displaying affection is through speech. she becomes INCREDIBLY enthusiastic when talking about her loved ones; how wonderful they are, how fond she is of them, etc. she doesnât REALIZE just how amped up she gets when talking about them though.

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fifty ways to kiss someone.  send me a đ and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yoursâŚ
âŚgood morning.
âŚgoodnight.
âŚgoodbye.
âŚwhere it hurts.
âŚwhere it doesnât hurt.
âŚon a falling tear.
âŚto shut them up.
âŚin secrecy.
âŚin public.
âŚdesperately.
âŚin joy.
âŚin grief.
âŚdiscreetly.
âŚcasually.
âŚpassionately.
âŚlazily.
âŚto distract.
âŚas encouragement.
âŚfor luck.
âŚon a scar.
âŚon a place of insecurity.
âŚin a rush of adrenaline.
âŚin relief.
âŚin danger.
âŚas a âyesâ.
âŚas an apology.
âŚas a suggestion.
âŚas a lie.
âŚas a promise.
âŚas comfort.
âŚafter a small rejection.
âŚto wake yours up.
âŚforcefully.
âŚto pretend.
âŚto gain something.
âŚto give up control.
âŚwithout a motive.
âŚbecause yours is running out of time.
âŚbecause mine is.
âŚbecause the world is ending.
âŚbecause the world is saved.
âŚout of pride.
âŚout of greed.
âŚout of lust.
âŚout of anger.
âŚout of envy or jealousy.
âŚout of spite.
âŚout of habit.
âŚout of necessity.
âŚout of love.
100 Random Character Development Questions
001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing theyâve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. Whatâs their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your characterâs worst flaw? 053. What is your characterâs greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your characterâs idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your characterâs attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your characterâs sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your characterâs favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your characterâs emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your characterâs sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your characterâs goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?