carved a skull into my heart

Emile disregarded him, continuing to struggle. “I’m fine. Shit, man, can you get off’a me?” 

It was probably worse than he was letting on, but that wasn’t going to stop him struggling to escape Jorge’s grip.

Emile shuddered at the pain, but didn’t show any other signs of discomfort. Helmet still on - he never took it off around others - none would see the grimacing face he made. It hurt, pretty damn badly after his foolish attempt to stand. He didn’t realize it was quite that bad…

“A’ight, fine, damn you. Just get us outta here, there’s gonna be more of ‘em eventually, you know?” Hopefully they’d get out before any of the bastards who’d shot him came back to make sure they got their kill.

“There’s biofoam on the ‘hog, but I’m gonna have to carry you to it. Now keep still if you want to survive this.” Warned Jorge.

He wasted no time trying to sling Emile over his shoulder. In doing so, he lost a free hand, leaving him with nigh but his sidearm to defend the both of them with.

Although, he did have his body; a ton of armor and his own flesh. If he had to, he’d do it. He’d make himself a shield for the one’s he’d care about, even going so far as to do it physically. 

He felt the pain in his leg worsening, but knew there was nothing he could do - they had to get to the warthog before they’d be able to treat the injury. It was probably already dirty, would need cleaning... damnit. How had he gotten into this mess?

Right. Fighting alone. As the others were constantly reminding him not to, in case THIS happened.

Carter was going to give him so many ‘I told you so’s. 

Emile disregarded him, continuing to struggle. “I’m fine. Shit, man, can you get off’a me?” 

It was probably worse than he was letting on, but that wasn’t going to stop him struggling to escape Jorge’s grip.

“Lemme help.” said Jorge.

Frustration tinged his voice like a knife’s edge.  Yest no matter how stubborn and obnoxious Emile would get, leaving him behind simply wasn’t an option for the II in question. 

He’d sooner die himself than leave even one of his squad behind. He’d made that mistake once, he’d made it long ago, He had lived where others hadn’t. Every minute he had now as borrowed time. He’d never make that mistake again.

Emile shuddered at the pain, but didn’t show any other signs of discomfort. Helmet still on - he never took it off around others - none would see the grimacing face he made. It hurt, pretty damn badly after his foolish attempt to stand. He didn’t realize it was quite that bad...

❥ :  tucking stray hair behind their ear

✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

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what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

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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?

Emile disregarded him, continuing to struggle. “I’m fine. Shit, man, can you get off’a me?” 

It was probably worse than he was letting on, but that wasn’t going to stop him struggling to escape Jorge’s grip.

There was no other way around it, after all, the poor man had a bleeding hole in one of his legs. Jorge loved his new team like brothers, but like brothers, they could be difficult, Emile especially. 

He probably could walk, given a little bit of biofoam, but it definitely was not a wise idea. He grimaced, though you wouldn’t see it through his helmet. As he tried to stand, he felt a spike of pain go through his leg - it startled him enough to set him off balance - and fell, collapsing with a grunt back into Jorge’s arms.