I finally managed to make them a Character File not at all motivated by the Artfight
M-055 (Moss) they/them
Discontinued war android in a post-apocalyptic setting (overgrown)
They woke up many years in the future after a broken robot (called B33-t) found them and replaced their photosynthetic battery cell. M-055 fixed him in exchange (theyâre good at mechanical repairs) and theyâre been traveling together ever since. M-055 protect them from dangers and B33-t takes care of their biological side (heâs good at cooking, gardening and driving, as domestic robot)
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Ink was appointed as the Admin of Art by the CREATORS after they acknowledged the existence of someone who inspires many to freely create.
Ink serves as someone who protects the multiverse from danger, often seen with Dream, with dream being somewhere in the mist, whenever nightmare would threaten an AU or a Timeline.
Ink used to be more vocal about his ideas, sharing to the other admins about any concerns or plans he has to protect the multiverse. But ever since the dissolving of the 4 Admins, Ink had been more reserved with what goes in his head.
Nonetheless, heâs still out and about traveling the multiverse to know how itâs doing.
- AN: ink first on the finished block because of course, why wouldnt he x) planning to make ref sheets in order of how theyâll appear in the story. -
Unvale profile (includes all most art related to her)
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✠Basic Information
FemaleÂ
5â0â (152 cm)
20 years old
Birthday: January 11
Nicknames: Vivi, Viv, Vi
Freelance artist (skipped college for work)
✠Personality
MBTI: INFP-T
Temperament: Melancholic-Choleric
Alignment: Chaotic Good (leans Chaotic Neutral during her addiction arc)
And for the other silly nerds out there: Slytherin
Best traits: Fiercely loving, very creative and imaginative, emotionally intelligent, goofy and playful, resilient, driven, stubborn, empathetic, loyal, quick-witted, clever, astute
Worst traits: Selfish, avoidant of hard things, very emotionally unstable, impulsive, lazy, dishonest, can be manipulative, masks heavily under sass and flippancy, easily overwhelmed, aggressive, prideful
Core: Huge mood swingsâ can go from sweet thoughtfulness to cocky confidence to deep insecurity based on her mood, who sheâs around, and whether or not sheâs been drinking. She behaves more recklessly/theatrically around Rhea and Jules than she does around her friends. She relies on Elysium to get through her day and completely falls apart when sheâs sober.
✠Relationships
Bellamy is her best friend and roommate. Theyâve known each other since they were fifteen. They love each other, but their relationship is heavily codependent and rather toxic, and they fight more than anything else.
Alden is her patient anchor. They have a very deep friendship of few words. He never pushes her before sheâs ready, but he keeps her steady when she does decide to move.
Skye is her childhood best friend; they met when she was nine. Vivian instinctively masks as much as possible when around Skye for her protection, choosing to keep things safe and light and silly. Skye is mostly unaware of how severe Vivianâs addiction is, and her lack of judgement makes Vivian feel safe.
Jules is her main Elysium supplier and drinking buddy. Their relationship is entirely utilitarian (despite Vivianâs insistence they're actually friends), woven primarily from Julesâs manipulation.
Rheaâs relationship with Vivian is very similar to Julesâs. Vivian is drawn in by Rheaâs wild chaos, which brings out a wilder side of Vivian in turn. She believes they're friends and denies that Rhea is using her.
Talia is a friend that Vivian misuses during her addiction. She preys on Taliaâs insecurity and need to please, manipulating her in moments of desperation for Elysium.
Rider is one of Vivianâs most loyal clients. He steps in to offer his knowledge in the area of addiction recovery when he learns of Vivianâs struggles, and quickly becomes a respected mentor figure.
✠Family
Lillie Rose is her mother. She emotionally neglected Vivian during her teenage years, too wrapped up in her own grief to do anything. They have a strained relationship, and though Vivian craves validation from her mom, they donât talk anymore.
Martin is her father. He struggled with an Ataraxia addiction and left when Vivian was twelve. She hasnât seen or heard from him since, but she remembers him warmly as a generous and joyful man.
✠BackstoryÂ
Vivianâs early childhood was relatively normal. She met her best friend Skye when she was nine, and the two grew close enough that their parents joked they each had an extra daughter. However, Vivianâs dad suffered from an addiction to Ataraxia, a powerful emotion-numbing drug. He felt that he was putting his family in danger by staying, and he didnât want Vivian to remember him under the influence. He left when Vivian was twelve, believing it was better for everyone, and her life spiraled from there.
Her mom, who had always been rather fragile, fell into a deep depression after the divorce and retreated into herself. She still performed the basic tasks required to run the household, but otherwise spent most of her days in her room, leaving Vivian to more or less take care of herself. Vivian turned to her art to cope. She began taking commissions online when she was thirteen, and quickly gained a loyal following for her natural talent, atmospheric fantasy paintings, and snarky online personality. The validation she received from her success helped, but couldn't fill the void left by her parents.
She met Bellamy and Alden when she was fifteen. She was immediately drawn to Bellamyâs warmth and the joyful love of her family, and ended up spending a lot of time during her high school years at Bellamyâs house. Vivian began regularly attending Mass with them, and decided to be baptized into the faith the summer before her junior year. It felt like some kind of âoutâ from her normal life, and for a short while things started to look up.
By the time she was sixteen, she was struggling a lot mentally and flitted around between friend groups. She became casual friends with a classmate named Mara, who introduced her to Elysium. Vivian initially reacted with disgust and terror to the idea of drinking, scarred by what happened to her dad. But Mara naĂŻvely promised that Elysium was nothing like Ataraxiaâ it wasnât dangerous like that, it didn't do the same thing. It didnât numb. It made you feel good. Alive. Loved. Vivian finally caved and agreed to a tiny sip, if only to get Mara to stop begging her to try it.
And Mara was right: it did feel good. A dangerous thought slipped in: So this is what it feels like to feel okay. Sheâd finally found something that filled the void.
Vivian promised herself she would never touch it again after that, but she couldn't shake that feeling. A few weeks later, she asked Mara for another sip, just to remember how it had felt. A couple months and many little tastes at parties and sleepovers later, she bought a small bottle for herself and discovered Elysium boosted her creativity. From there, it was a slippery slope. Her newfound faith fell by the wayside, and she was drinking regularly by eighteen, when she moved into an apartment with Bellamy. Freed from the stress of having to hide bottles from her mom and combined with finding cheap suppliers in Rhea and Jules, her intake increased significantly. Sheâs now battling chronic intoxication, but sheâs terrified of going sober and facing reality, so every half-hearted attempt to stop falls flat. She believes sheâs too far gone and that sheâll never be anything more than an addict.
✠Other Notes
Likes: Her friends, music, drawing, new sketchbooks, thunderstorms, pillow nests, ice cream, AJR, stickers, fantasy, My Hero Academia, soft things, coral pink, cats, Clover, warm drinks, peanut butter straight from the jar, Elysium, winter time, big hoodies, vocaloid, cartoons from when she was little, pigeons, color palettes, dreaming, anime, Demon Slayer, skateboarding, spontaneous hugs, forgiveness
Dislikes: Mornings, being ignored, being patronized, hangovers, bitter/sour food, getting wet, her cravings, silence during a fight, her scars, arbitrary rules, her mom, Elysium, chemical smells, sticky hands, spring allergies, jumpscares, being barefoot
Her cat, Clover, was a gift from Bellamy, who adopted her in the hopes that having an animal to take care of would give Vivian a sense of purpose and a motivation to stop drinking. It didnât work, but Clover immediately bonded to Vivian and has since proven to be a crucial member of the family. Sheâs highly intelligent and emotionally sensitive, and can sense when Vivianâs cravings hit. When this happens, Clover attempts to distract Vivian from drinking, and if she canât stop her, she runs to find Bellamy. Sheâs basically an unprescribed emotional support animal.
Vivian also makes and sells vinyl stickers and prints! Her store is a more recent addition to her business. Her commissions are still her main source of income, but sheâs discovered she really loves making stickers and is hoping to lean more toward them in the future.
She has a very sharp sweet tooth. Sheâd do practically anything for sweets. She loves mixing Elysium with ice cream (and any other treat she can put it into).
She always wears a coral pink rope bracelet on her left wrist. Itâs a friendship bracelet Bellamy made for her when they were fifteen at a sleepover. Bellamy wears a matching purple one that Vivian made.
Build: Lean build. Stronger than he initially appears. Carries himself like someone perpetually exhausted.
Distinct Features: Dark hair, heavy eye bags, scarred face and lots of stitches, tired eyes. Looks like he hasnât slept peacefully in years.
Typical Clothing: Dark jackets, gloves occasionally, scarves, practical clothing. Dresses like someone trying very hard not to attract attention.
Voice Description: Low, calm, restrained. Usually sounds emotionally controlled even when angry, which is somehow more intimidating than Jeff screaming at people.
Other Notes:Â Unlike Jeff, Liu actually understands the concept of shutting the hell up. Presence is significantly less irritating. Still concerning.
PERSONALITY PROFILE
General Demeanor: Calm, controlled, and observant. Speaks and acts like someone constantly managing damage control. Rarely raises his voice unless absolutely necessary.
Likes: Quiet environments, being left alone, order, routine, anything that reduces chaos, when Jeff is not actively ruining something.
Dislikes: Jeff. Unnecessary violence. Loud people. Unpredictability. Being dragged into situations he didnât choose. People who donât listen.
Fears/Weaknesses: Losing control of himself when Sully takes over. Jeffâs influence. Emotional exhaustion. The possibility that he canât fully separate from what he becomes.
Habits/Mannerisms: Stays still when thinking. Watches people more than he talks. Rubs his hands or flexes fingers when stressed. Quietly leaves situations instead of escalating them.
Sense of Humor: unfortunately no sense of humor⊠but occasionally dry sarcasm slips through under extreme stress.
Temperament: Controlled, restrained, and heavily suppressed. Capable of extreme violence, but typically keeps it tightly contained until provoked or triggered.
ABILITIES
Known Powers: âSully,â his alter ego/persona responsible for most violent incidents. Emerges under extreme stress, emotional instability, or psychological triggers. Functionally a separate violent identity with reduced restraint.
Physical Capabilities: Above-average strength, endurance, and pain tolerance. More precise and efficient in combat than Jeff. Less reckless, more deliberate.
Weapons/Tools: Typically uses knives or improvised weapons. Prefers close-range efficiency over theatrics. Will use whatever is available in the environment if necessary.
Limitations: Emotional suppression issues. Trigger-based dissociation into Sully reduces control and increases unpredictability. Internal conflict between identities can delay reactions or cause instability. Not always able to prevent transformation once triggered.
Danger Level: 6/10 Sully can and will kill.
BEHAVIORAL NOTES
How They Treat Others: A lot more respectful than Jeff. Usually calm, direct, and low-maintenance in conversation. Doesnât waste energy on unnecessary hostility unless provoked. Comes off as âtired older brother trying to keep everyone alive.â
How They React to Stress: Withdraws internally first. Becomes quieter, more distant, and hyper-focused. If pushed too far or emotionally destabilized, Sully may surface, which completely changes his behavior from controlled to dangerously efficient.
Trustworthiness: 8/10 accounting for the unpredictability of Sully. When Liu is in control, he is reliable. When he isnât, all bets are off.
Most Common Emotional State: Tired. Emotionally drained. Constantly managing internal and external chaos. Rare moments of calm feel temporary.
RELATIONSHIPS
Allies: idk if Liu actually gets close to anyone to truly have an ally
Enemies: Sully hates Jeff.
Neutral Parties: Everyone?
Opinion on Rielle: Heâs been pretty affectionate towards me before. He treats me like a younger sibling.
Rielleâs Opinion on Them:
I said it once and Iâll say it again: Liu is the better brother. Heâs composed more often than not and he actually gives more of a shit than he likes to let on. Heâs a survivor like me. That tells ya more about him than anything. But even then, heâs not just a survivor. Heâs a brother who cared so much about his little brother he is willing to struggle with his alter ego on the daily just to make sure Jeff is safe and cared for.
QUOTES
âI forgave my brother for trying to kill me. I understand the urges he gets, I've fallen for the same ones time and time again in the past, so who am I to really judge him, anyway?â
âI⊠must⊠kill!â
RANDOM OBSERVATIONS
Unholy affection for his brother. Once again i know it, canât prove shit.
Sully is still more tolerable than Jeff.
I caught Liu watching late night telenovelas⊠tf?
FINAL COMMENTS
Summary: THE. BETTER. BROTHER.
Would Rielle willingly interact with them again?
[YES / NO / DEPENDS]
Internet Bullshit Meter:
2/10 bullshit. Liu is a great guy.
Would I Survive?
⊠I pray Sully never comes out.
Tumblr Sexyman Potential:
4/10. I love Liu, but I know the hornies. Heâs not what those creeps are looking for, thank God.
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Humans have finally achieved enough research to create a perfect hybrid with enough humanity and enough animalistic traits to keep its sales high.
Though the care for a hybrid is a costly process, only the rich can afford. But usually, they agree to take in hybrids for their child to have a friend, or in their words, a pet for entertainment, and to get public appreciation.
At this point in time, most of the aristocratic families have acquired a hybrid, mostly exotic breeds. The rest went either for more experiments or were thrown out leading to a crime-filled life.
âDad, we are really getting a pet?â the child asks innocently, not realising how unethical the child was sounding. âYes, my dear. We are here to choose a friendly pet for you.â
The lab had a small fake courtyard filled with the laughter or tremors of children. Depends on who hears it. The old gentleman, walked towards the door with the little child led by a professional lady.
The door opened to a perfectly designed room with artificial sun illuminating the field giving it a natural look. The hybrids in all shapes and sizes and genders are playing around. Some are on the artificial trees hanging and others reside in their cages.
âHere love, choose whoever you want.â The old gentleman, spoke with such delight, but the childâoh the childâin such innocence still dared to question the world's hierarchy, âBut you said we are here to get pets? They are not pets, right, Papa?â
If only the world considered their human side too, then maybe they wouldn't be just pets. Some will even say, the hybrids were more humane than most humans existing.
âSweetpie, they are your pets. Whoever you want, you can get them. And you can make them do whatever you want. That's what they are made for.â It was so inevitable to hate the old man, the child in all her unsurely manner, could just mumble an agreeable sound.
She walked around the field with the lady. All the hybrids suddenly stopped at the sudden presence of a human child between them. It was like someone had intruded on their personal space.
âHow old are they?â the old man asked, surveying all the species around him. âAround 10 to 15 years old. But they are well trained,â the lady replied almost automatically, as if she could recall them even in her sleep.
The child was too mesmerised to notice the change in her fatherâs voice. The hybrids looked at her cautiously. Waiting, as if the tiny being could harm them.
"I need someone much younger," his brown eyes trailing to each beast, "Someone near the age of my little girl." He looked at the lady, her clipboard tight against her hands, a list of all their 'projects' in them.
"Those are untamable, we don't recommend it, especially for young children," the lady replied professionally, not afraid of him.
She knew very well, the projects are luxury even to the rich, and they cannot compromise on their rules for those deep-pocketed. But the old man wasn't just some patrician. For the old man, he was ozymandian. An ozymandian is someone whose power is so vast they believe it is eternal, but they don't realise that their own powers would lead at their eventual downfall. And this, would be the exact moment he would regret much years later.
The air in the artificial courtyard seemed to thin as the old man pulled out his phone. He didn't look at the lady; he didn't even look at the 'projects' anymore. He pressed a single button. The call was answered before the first ring could even finish.
"Vane," he said, his voice low, monolithic rumble that didn't belong in the room with a child. "I am at lab 5. The staff here is hiding behind 'recommendations' regarding the younger hybrids."
He paused, a ghost of a smile touching his lips â not out of joy, but out of a cold, imperious certainty.
"Correct their understanding. I want the clearance codes for the nursery wing sent to my device in thirty seconds. And Vane? If the Boards of Directors has a comment on the 'untamable' nature of my request . . . remind them who signed their charter."
He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his coat pocket. The lady scientistâs tablet suddenly chirped with a high-priority override, the screen flashing a deep, authoritative crimson.
The old man finally turned his gaze toward her. It wasnât the look of a customer, or even a boss. It was the look of a Suzerain acknowledging a peasant who had forgotten her place.
He gestured vaguely toward the heavy, reinforced steel doors at the back of the roomâthe ones labeled with biohazard warnings.
"Now, unlock the nursery. My daughter is waiting to meet her new toy, and I find that my patience for 'recommendations' has a very short half-life."
The lady scientist looked at the tablet, then at the man whose presence now felt as large and suffocating as a collapsing star. She didn't argue. She couldn't. She simply stepped aside, the "untamable" beasts behind the glass suddenly seeming far less dangerous than the man standing right in front of her.
