Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

Written with permission from Ileerea’s player. [ @eriene​ ]

“Do you love him?”

Ileerea blinks at the gruff elf. “Who?” Faolan nods at the distant figure of the ethereal.

“Him.”

She feels herself turn hot at once. “I—don’t—”

The armorsmith grins lopsidedly, one dimple displaying on his vein-riddled face. “Thought I’d seen it all. Been alive for too long.” Before she can deny or defend herself against his accusations, he turns away and leaves on his clunky steps.

“Is she coming over tonight?”

Faolan’s hands paused over a newly finished chainmail coat. His calloused fingers curled inward a second before he looked over his shoulder; as he expected, the young lady stood on the doorstep of his workshop. He offered her a curt nod in greeting. “Lady Fairwind.”

“You are closing up early,” she observed, as if in explanation. He cleared his throat.

“Aye.” Faolan turned back to his handiwork, surveying it with a critical eye. “If you mean Ileerea.” He didn’t need to look back at her to know that she was smiling in that faint, colorless way of her. He wished she wouldn’t, because he knew what she was thinking--

“Will she stay? For a while?”

The master let out a muted sigh. Too late, Alaine was already across the table and staring up at him with a hopeful aura. Abandoning his task at hand, he leaned against the table until he was at her eye level. “Sometimes, Lady Fairwind, what’s between a man and a woman is just that.” He lofted his brows in slight emphasis. “Anything more is not what I want, and it’s not what she wants either.”

Her eyes flickered dimly, but only for a second. “Ah,” was all she said. Still, he could see that she did not understand. He stared at her for a moment.

“I’m certain she’ll be hungry,” he said as he rose from his position. “Will you call for dinner?”

That, it seemed, was enough to brighten her dampened spirits. “Yes,” she said before drifting away. In her wake was the faintest scent of orchids.