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fractusrisum‌:

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no. / n/a

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single  / divorced / separated/ widow or widower.

has a child or children / has no children  / wants children.

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / other.

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

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 / unempathetic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / non-theistic

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion / don’t care / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / don’t care / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / don’t care / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / don’t care / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / don’t care / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / once / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / once / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / once / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / once / sometimes  / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / once / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / once / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

There was one person he’d really wanted to meet Tank, and of course that was Jason. He and Jason were similar, and he figured an adorable little puppy might be a welcome distraction for him, as well. So, Benjy found himself in Godric’s Hollow, wandering the quiet streets until he reached Gentle Confections. “Alright, come on now, buddy.” Benjy muttered under his breath as he bent down to scoop Tank up into his arms.

Pushing open the door and smiling slightly at the familiar jingling of the bell, Benjy’s eyes immediately searched for Jason. A small snort escaped him as he noticed the pile of icing that ended up on top of the cookie he’d been working on. “Sorry, mate, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Benjy apologized with a grin, “Actually, I’ve brought a surprise for you.” His grin widened and turned excited, adjusting his arms to give Jason a better look at Tank. “Look, I know he’s probably not allowed in here, health codes and whatever, but he told me today that he wanted to meet my mates, and I knew you had to be the first one to see him.”

“Oh-!” Jason’s hands went still as he saw that it was Benjy, taking a relieved little breath at his friend’s greeting and allowing himself to relax a little more on the exhale, his smile softening for it. “N-No, d-don’t be s-sorry- I guess I g-got a little l-lost in d-decorating-” He had been getting more immersed in his work than usual lately, trying to keep his mind off of sadder subjects. Blue eyes did a double take from Benjy to the way he was holding his arms, and back in time to register just what the surprise was. “Awwww, oh he’s s-so s-sweet,” he was removing his apron and coming around the counter without a second thought, reaching out as soon as he could to give the puppy’s little head a gentle pat, a ruffle of his ears. He brought his face close enough to let him lick his cheek. “A-And it’s s-so lovely t’meet h-him- He r-really isn’t s-supposed to b-be in here, but...” He raised his free hand in the direction of the door, giving a little wave and locking it. The sign in the window shimmered and changed to read ‘Closed’ as it clicked into place. “W-We can go upstairs f-for a while and v-visit. I-I think I skipped my l-lunch break earlier, a-anyway.”

He took a sip from his coffee, and for some reason, he didn’t want to scare the guy even more. Evan really couldn’t understand why, maybe he just was in a good mood altogether and didn’t want to spoil it.

“I would say so. It’s always like that in the war, somebody getting hurt.”

Originally posted by pixelent

“Y-Yes. E-Exactly.” He nodded stiffly and took a couple of slow breaths before reaching for his hot chocolate again. “S-So t-that’s why I d-don’t w-want to think a-about it.” The mug felt warm and welcome back in his hands and he took his next few sips slowly, finding the sweet taste and warmth of the drink comforting. It might not be welcome for him to change the subject, this man might not have any interest in knowing anything about him, but he definitely didn’t want to talk about the war any further so he gave it a try. “T-That’s o-one of the r-reasons I o-opened my b-bakery, t-to g-give p-people somewhere n-nice, w-where they w-wouldn’t have to t-think about it.” It didn’t hurt that baking distracted Jason from everything himself, it gave him something to focus on and it was easy to get lost in his works for hours at a time. “I-I was j-just out b-buying m-more d-decorating supplies b-before c-coming in h-here.”

“Hello” she said returning the greeting, not really noticing the little anxious jump, too busy looking around. “That would be lovely thank you.” she said looking at him properly and getting closer, with a polite smile “I think I may want some cookies and maybe some little cakes for a thing tomorrow.”

“W-What k-kind of thing a-are the c-cakes for...?” He was glad it seemed like his little scare had gone entirely unnoticed, letting out a little breath and walking along the counter to the display that held batches of made to go cookies. “C-Cookies c-come by the d-dozen, I-I have a few d-different f-flavors available today, b-but I can a-always m-make you something c-custom i-if n-none of them s-suit your t-tastes.” As he spoke his hands moved to slide open the back of the cookie display and he adjusted a few of the treats with a point of his fingers, fixing their angles where they sat. They were arranged on trays and he had four dozen at the moment all in different flavors, sugar cookies decorated to look like dewy leaves, little chocolate trees with swirled bark, chocolate chip cookie cat faces, and ginger snaps iced like little cinnamon buns.

He paused, one leg still raised, as a small little limb darted out after it and his ears perked up, Quaffle forgotten in the wake of this new development. Slowly, he made his way toward the bench, nose to the ground as he went. Cat, but…. familiar? Certainly, he was getting all the other scents around them mixed in as well. He leaned on his front legs when he was square in front of the bench - tail high in the air, still wagging. He found himself looking into small, wide eyes and he gave a little boof - more an exhale than an actual bark.

“You see, in general, I don’t like the journalists because their nose is everywhere. But I did like how she wrote it, I suppose.” He replied. Evan was telling the truth, he really didn’t like it. But it was nice to read something decent anyway. Now he was curious, as the young one is obviously afraid for some reason.

“And why is that, if I may ask?”

Originally posted by fuckyeahmvltifandom

“W-Well...” his voice trailed off and Jason froze for a moment, wide blue eyes staring down at the table, before setting down his drink. His hands pulled back into his lap and he fiddled with the ends of his sleeves. “I-It’s all j-just h-h-horrible. I-Isn’t it? P-People are g-getting h-hurt, a-and p-people a-a-are d-d-d-d-” The word caught on his tongue and he gave up, swallowing hard and shaking his head. He felt a prickling at the backs of his eyes, thinking about all of the pain and misery in the world at the moment. All of the pain and misery that had been such a huge part of the last year of his own life. “I-I c-cant t-think about it t-too m-much.”

He trotted lightly, his steps almost silent - unusual for such a large dog. He didn’t miss the surprised looks on nearly all the faces he passed - they hadn’t heard him coming, surely, and he would be willing to bet most people hadn’t ever seen a dog quite as large as he was. And certainly not one wearing a Quidditch jersey; but he couldn’t have anyone reporting him as a stray, after all. His tongue flopped out of his mouth and he wagged his tail as he went, bouncing along after a stray toy quaffle - getting much more enjoyment out of the entire affair than he had any right to.

He was now asking himself if this one is always this nervous or it is just because of him. Either way, he decided to continue the conversation.

“It depends. It is mostly about Ministry of Magic, to be honest. Pretty interesting.”

Originally posted by movietvetc

“Oh. S-So it’s p-pleasant n-not because of g-good n-news, but b-because you f-find the t-topics i-interesting.” Jason bit his lip, nodding a bit in understanding before taking another long sip of his drink. He felt a little silly for having assumed wrongly as he had, but he told himself it was fine. He was doing better lately not worrying too much about what others might think. “I-I don’t r-really follow w-what’s going on in the m-ministry,” he explained, “w-with the war g-going on and a-all... I-I just d-don’t want to t-think about it s-so much, i-if I can.”

“Yeah, indeed. Usually it is not that crowded.” he responded nicely, the way too nice for his own taste. Though he wasn’t friendly at all, he didn’t want to scare him. Not today anyway.

“Did you ever read this papers? I am actually pleasantly surprised.”

Originally posted by thistleandthorn-rpg

“I-It isn’t,” he agreed, though with a smile and a gesture of his head towards the front counter, he pointed out, “b-but it’s g-good that they’re g-getting good b-business. I-It’s n-nice to see they’re d-doing well.” “N-Not every day, n-no...” it wasn’t often that Jason read the papers nowadays, there wasn’t much good news to be found in any of them in the current times. But at Evan’s words he felt a little bit of hope, “has s-something nice h-happened?”

He looked at the person who approached him, asking him if the sit was empty. If he was in his bad mood, he would definitely told him to go away but at this point, Evan didn’t really care.

“You can sit if you wish, I don’t bite.”

Originally posted by wildchildblog

He giggled under his breath, sounding a bit nervous though he was glad the other didn’t mind. “T-Thank you,” he said as he tucked himself into the chair across from him. “I a-appreciate it. I-It’s just... S-So crowded in here, t-today.” Jason blew a little on his hot chocolate before taking a sip and smiled a soft, goofy smile to himself. It was warm and delicious.

Who : N/A

Although Evan didn’t want anyone to know it, he was kind of coffee addict. Thought of somebody of his friends or even worse enemies would see him there was frightening him a bit. After all, he was really more of alcohol guy.

Sitting with a pumpkin coffee, he made sure nobody sees him, reading Rita’s boring newspapers. If somebody told him he would ever read it, he would definitely call them crazy or even do something worse. But here he was, sitting and reading, trying to find something interesting around.

Originally posted by justanothermysticgirl

Having finished his errands for the afternoon and succeeding in finding some unusual ingredients for a custom bake order, Jason had some time to stop for a drink before returning to start on it. Ordering himself a hot chocolate, he clutched the hot mug in both hands and glanced around at the nearby tables for somewhere to sit. There weren’t any open tables, but there was an open seat nearby, across from a man reading the paper. “H-Hello,” he greeted as he approached, “would you m-mind some c-company...?” One hand found the back of the chair across from the man, but Jason made no move to sit before getting his permission.

Jason stood at the countertop at the back of the bakery, a tray of cookies laid out before him, holding an icing bag carefully in his hands and swirling beautiful little frosted flowers onto the top of each one. He was focused, blue eyes fixed on what he was doing, and didn’t see the silhouette approaching the front door of the bakery.

The small tinkling of the bell was unexpected and the sound jolted him with  fear, causing the small man to physically jump where he stood, his heart pounding for a moment afterward as he looked down at the mess in his hands. His grip on the icing had tightened with the scare and he’d squeezed nearly half of it out onto one cookie in a big messy pile.

His head fell forward, Jason’s eyes wide as he took a moment to breathe and calm himself, hoping that despite the kitchen being visually open to the rest of the shop, the customer might not have seen it happen. It didn’t help that he had a couple of little bow clips in his hair holding it out of his face at the moment, making his fright only easier to glimpse.

When his head snapped up again, though his face was pink he was smiling widely and he cast his eyes towards the counter to see who was there.

“H-Hullo, lovely!” He spoke as he wiped his hands off on his apron. “C-Can I help you f-f-find something s-sweet?”