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Send ‘Look into my eyes’ and my muse will bold what they see

NAME  :    Sniper Quiet NICKNAME  :   Quiet, Tikij AGE  :     Between 23 and 27 SPECIES  :   Enhanced human

PERSONAL !

MORALITY  :     lawful /   chaotic /   good   /  neutral   /   evil  /   true . RELIGION  :    It’s a question mark. Former Catholic, currently atheist.  SINS   :     greed   /   gluttony   /   sloth  /   lust  /   pride  /   envy   /   wrath . VIRTUES :     chastity   /   charity  /   diligence /   humility  /   kindness  / patience / justice. KNOWN LANGUAGES :  English, Navajo, Russian SECRETS  : Few in Hive City, but back in her world, her vocal cord parasite was the biggest secret she had. Her history will always be a secret.

PHYSICAL !

BUILD  :     scrawny   /   bony   /   slender /   fit  /   athletic (muscular)  /   curvy   /   herculean   /  pudgy  /   average   . HEIGHT  :   5′6″. SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS  :  No scars - her regeneration has healed all traces of scars she had. As for birthmarks, she has none. The markings on her face from the One that Covers aren’t always present. ABILITIES   /   POWERS  :   The One that Covers allows her to alter her mass and density, granting her increased strength, speed, endurance, and regeneration beyond any natural human ability. This  She can also see out of each eye individually, something known as having two ‘master’ eyes which makes her the excellent sniper she is. Beyond that, she can ‘phase’ in and out of the spectrum, granting her invisibility. Superhuman powers aside, Quiet has had advanced combat training from the military, as well as Cipher and the Diamond Dogs. She’s trained in hand-to-hand combat, as well as the use of various guns and knives, as well as explosives and field survival and ambush tactics. RESTRICTIONS  :  Quiet relies heavily on access to sunlight and water, and if she’s exposed directly to high concentrations of salt, she’s rendered useless and could even die. Also, if too much of her skin is covered, she can’t breathe.

FAVOURITES !

FOOD  :    She doesn’t eat anymore, though she used to like simple home-cooked meals. Anything really - she was never picky, and if she was given the chance to eat again, she wouldn’t mind eating ANYTHING. DRINK  :   Water. That’s all she can really drink without any side effects. Though she still drinks alcohol despite the pain it causes her - in those cases, she’d rather drink strong liquor as it takes less to get her drunk. PIZZA TOPPING  :  Plain cheese is enough for her, especially since she can’t eat anymore. COLOUR  :  Greens of all shades, as well as clear sky blue. Most often, she sticks to wearing blacks and camo colours. MUSIC GENRE  :    She greatly enjoys pop - particularly the top 50′s of the 80′s. She’s not picky though, as long as she’s lounging, she likes it loud. When she’s on the field, she prefers to simply hum the gentle lullaby of her own. BOOK GENRE  :  Quiet isn’t much of a reader. She’d spend more time tinkering with her guns or exercising than reading - so if she had to pick, she’d prefer non-fiction. Studies of history, especially since she apparently missed 30 years, as well as books detailing things from weapons to animals to plant life. As long as it’s useful, she’d read it. MOVIE GENRE  :   She’d never been one for movies until she got to Hive City, and now she likes everything that’s either believable, comedic, or action packed. SEASON  : Spring or Summer - the warmer the better for the sake of her convenience with the clothing thing. CURSE WORD  :  She curses in Navajo, and swearing in Navajo is different from swearing in English. It’s not so much swearing with one word as it is harsh insults. Her favourite insult is ‘'át'éégóó táá doo’ which is along the lines of stupid, or idiot.  SCENT ( S )  :  Gunpowder, blood, smoke of cigars or cigarettes, dirt, grass, and flowers.

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP  :   She switches, though she has a secret preference for bottom. SINGS IN THE SHOWER  :  At times, though it’s less singing and more humming. LIKES PUNS  :   Shamefully so.

tagged by: @vvaytofall

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

  Sorry Travis, she doesn’t know the Avengers.

  There was never a dull day in Hive City. Even when things seemed peaceful, the place seemed to have a way of finding that peace and absolutely shattering it. Quiet had been spacing out a bit, mind running through a million thoughts of how she’d gone from... Aabe Shifap to here. And it was that inattention that kept her from reacting properly to oncoming traffic. A car was coming right at her - no hope of stopping. Normally the One that Covers would make such an encounter easy to avoid, between speed and the ability to alter her density, but... Hive City had taken those abilities from her. Retained regeneration wouldn’t do much if she died on impact. Just as Quiet readied herself to attempt to jump out of the way, she felt it. A rush of sudden force knocking her back, harsh enough to have stolen air from lungs, if hers were still functioning. When she opened her eyes, prepared to face whatever broken bones she might be facing, instead she saw...

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

  Quiet had seen firsthand what Cloud was capable of in combat despite it only being sparring. A random thug jumped out of an alley, knife in hand, and lunged at Quiet, only for Cloud to move in front of her as easily as taking a breath. He’d taken the blade to his arm, and the One that Covers immediately perked up. Careful of his injury but still more than a little forcefully, the sniper pushed her new friend aside and grabbed the attacker’s wrist. She bent it back until she felt a satisfying snap, then forced him to the ground. Her boot moved to his neck, green eyes lit with a fiery rage. It wasn’t until tears streamed from his eyes as he struggled to beg for his life through the pressure of her boot on his trachea that she let him go.

THE    FIVE    SENSES    /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

  She wanted to argue, but then she realized he was right. He’d seen the One that Covers at its worst. He’d seen the way her body shook like a monster when she took in water. He’d seen her powers - even if it wasn’t firsthand. He’d seen her desire for revenge almost get her killed a second time. He’d seen her at her weakest, at her strongest, and lately - in between. After everything he’d seen, Travis had done nothing but reassure Quiet that she was more than a monster, more than a weapon. He’d told her dozens of times that she was a person, a human. It was more than she was used to. With ...him, it was hard to be sure he was sincere. Easy to keep a tool in line by making it feel more precious than the others. Easy to keep a predator away by getting close, burrowing yourself in its weakness. With Travis, there was no doubt that his words were sincere; no matter how often or intently his eyes lingered on her body. At the end of this day, and every other day they’d spent together since that night, Travis cared.

Macbeth:

the howl of wolves.   moonless nights.   dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.   echoing drums.   dry heaving.  hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity.  bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel.  wild rosebushes.   muscle cramps.  the sound of splintering wood.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

crackling fires.   ivy crawling on stone.   the faint music of running water.   petrichor.   dirty, bare feet.   tattered clothing.   thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.   late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers.   the eerie sound of windchimes at night.   humming bees.   beds of clover.

Romeo and Juliet:

warm golden lamp.   worn shoes.   crumbling brick stone walls.  whispered poetry.   embroidered satin.  cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.   rosewater.   flushed cheeks.   distant orchestras.   unfinished marble statues.   cobblestone streets.   loose threads.   ink smudged on parchment.   tapping fingers.   dust illuminated by sunlight.  poison vials.

Hamlet:

shattered glass.  a cluster of fraying ribbons.   unanswered knocks on doors.   lingering dampness.   white noise.   inexplicable drafts.   migraines.   bleeding ears.   the taste of metal. reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips.   the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows.   memories of dreams.   tarnished silver.   protruding veins.