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WHICH  DND  CLASS  SUITS  YOUR  PERSONALITY ?

Fighter

You’re a practical and determined person who goes after what you want. You’re very competitive and may be a bit of a perfectionist, always challenging yourself to do better. You’re not an especially flashy person and you don’t care about status or luxury unless it’s something you’ve earned. You’re grounded and focused on the real world, more concerned with what is than with what could be.

MUSE QUESTIONNAIRE [ repost , do not reblog ]

FULL NAME: Robert Robertson III OCCUPATION: SDN Dispatcher/Superhero AGE: 31 (2023, at the time of Dispatch) HEIGHT: 5"9 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Straight CURRENT LOCATION: Torrance, California USA ETHNICITY: White DOB: August 26th, 1992 PARENTS: Robert Robertson II & Elizabeth Whinne (Until Dispatch ruins my headcanon lore) CHILDREN: (ᵕ,•ᴗ•) about that... RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Clocking in overtime with @villainpowers SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English and knows how to count to thirteen in Spanish RELIGION: Robert is not a religious practitioner. But he is spiritually aware enough to have a belief, that the part he can play serves a greater purpose than just himself, in the grand scheme of things.

SCENT: Synthetic oil, blood, wood barrel bourbon, notes of leather ATHLETICS: Despite being the mess that he is, Robert is a pretty athletic person. Being a Hero sort of required it and despite everything Robert takes pride in his ability to somehow keep up a decent level of physical fitness. BODY TYPE: On the lean side due to poor diet and recovery but toned with visible muscle formations. EYES: Coffee Brown. TATTOOS: None. Just lots of scars. PIERCINGS: None. SOCIAL MEDIA: Used to run a Mecha Man twitter account. Hasn't made a post in years. SMOKING: Quit previously but occasionally shares one with a certain troublemaker. DRINKING: When emotionally compromised or hurt Robert tends to act reckless. This includes binge drinking. Alcohol is a vice he has tended to lean on over the years. HOBBIES: Being the office punching bag, Talking to his dog, staring at his corkboard of stress and trauma. (He's being forced to pick up normal hobbies tho. Unfortunately.) VIRGIN: (ಠ_ಠ)

FAVORITE COLOR: Blue FAVORITE DRINK: Mezcal FAVORITE FOOD: Twinkies and a good beef taco or burger FAVORITE MUSIC: In the Mecha Man days it was a lot of angry white boi music, these days its more on the chill moody side. Previously answered an ask with examples for verses. Here if interested. CLOTHING STYLE: Bro had literally 1 sweater and sweatpants outfit + Work clothes when we found him. What style?

Tagged by: @villainpowers

Tagging: @estarion and whoever else wants to steal and tag me so I can see!

I'll watch you hate, hate, until you burn to the ground!

WHATS YOUR HATE LANGUAGE?

Words of Malice

Harassment, Verbal Violence, Jeering, whatever you wanna call it, words can hurt, and you know it. Like Physical Violence, Verbal Violence is a very common hate language, but a strong one. You’re most likely to cyber bully, write hate letters, or make a phone call just to tell someone how much you hate them. When you think something, you’re not afraid to say it. Your crime of choice would be somewhere along the lines of threatening or harassment, but whatever crime you commit would probably be punished with a restraining order at most though. As a wise man once said, “fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you"

Stolen from @evilcontrol (hehe just had to ( • ̀ω•́ )🔪 )

The Tin Man felt as though something had been taken from him. So he wandered and wandered in search of it. Each day rust built up on his exterior, warping and distorting the metal until he finally found that he could not move forward any longer. Trapped within an armor of decay and broken things he became a scarecrow in a field of flowers and thorns. A reminder that there was once a time when things shined.

＊ WHAT IS YOUR AFFECTION LANGUAGE ?

consumption of a heart unloved

Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many