#feriha

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Pride

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

Pre-story, himself. Pride learned, in quite a violent way, that there was no one in the universe he could ever truly rely on but himself. To his own detriment, sometimes, he put himself leaps and bounds ahead of everyone he ever interacted with, because he didn't want to run the risk of trusting anyone—and being betrayed—again.

Post-story, he still values himself, but in a more honest way. He doesn't rely himself because he feels like he has to, because no one else will ever care, but out of genuine happiness and the ability to connect himself to the world and others. Justice is a very close second, and he might even be tied for first. As the one who forced him to/helped him realize that other people aren't always out to get him, and care about him even, he has a very special place in Pride's carefully curated hierarchy of importance.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

Most things? Like literally anything?

Being on Lucifer's side might make him seem bad to some people, but it's something he defends even when he's able to acknowledge it wasn't a good choice. Lucifer wasn't able to whip up a rebellion for no reason, and no matter how questionable his methods, or how terrible Hell is under his rule, Pride would never trade his choice. Not even to be an angel again, and save himself the suffering.

Justice

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them

Ooh interesting... Most politicians and police officers for taking his virtue in vain, tbh. He had his phase where justice was all about order and punishment and being very serious, but has since settled down to understand justice as righting wrongs, or preventing them from happening in the first place. A lot of people are still stuck in the first phase, and do things that Justice would......not approve of, to say the least.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

I think this one can follow from the last answer—for Justice, punishment is a last resort, and never a solution. He exists to give the downtrodden a voice, not to make an example of those who have done wrong. All punishment does is threaten—it's a promise that you can be abused just as easily if you step out of line. It doesn't solve anything, doesn't prevent wrongdoing, and invents more problems.

There are definitely humans, and even other angels of justice, who think he's too soft or naïve for holding this conviction, but he doesn't care. Having Kindness for a sister influenced him deeply, and he's more proud of that than he is worried about what other people think of him. Justice draws his sword when every other solution has failed—it has never, and will never, be his first reaction.

Feriha

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Being dead for almost 200 years means she's definitely lost something. Especially since most of those years were spent waiting for a husband she fully expected to meet her in the afterlife first. The anxiety from that would eventually shake her stiff composure, and make her more paranoid than she'd like.

Down in the living world, I can definitely imagine the random wife of a random regent who got randomly murdered wouldn't be something people would be keeping track of, so those paintings of her might be all that's left of her legacy. I don't think she'd be upset about it though.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

She was sold to the sultan at a very young age, and had to claw her way through the harem to get anywhere. Any regrets she has she's made peace with, and won't apologize for things she did when she didn't have a choice.

The First Frightful ✨

Mother and Father to all Sabin ❤️

"I thought you were through with such childish behavior. This is not how one behaves in public Henry,” his father hissed at him. Henry closed his eyes, his shoulders hunching inward as though they cold protect him. His nerves were already on end and his father’s scolding wasn’t helping him any. His hand shook as he rose the glass of champagne to his lips. It was the only solace he was finding, surrounded by people when all he wanted to do was crawl out of his own skin. “Open your eyes when I’m speaking to you,” the other man snapped and snatched the glass out of his son’s hand, “and for heaven’s sake, stop drinking. You’ve had quite enough already, you are leaving a terrible impression on important business connections. If it wouldn’t make us look even worse, I would send you home for a nap like the child you’re behaving like.”

Henry took a breath as his father stormed away. He was exhausted even before he had stepped foot into this evening’s fundraiser. He hadn’t been able to get more than a few hours’ rest in more nights than he cared to count. He had dealt with that thing, that spirit (or so the fortuneteller at the Frost Fair had seemed certain it was something beyond his own mind) for long enough, but things had only seemed to get worse as of late. Perhaps he had angered it by trying to learn more about it. The exhaustion had drawn dark rings around his shoulders and sent his already whirring mind even further on edge.

He reached out and grabbed a fresh glass of champagne as another server passed. He took a long drink. It didn’t do much to steady his nerves, but at least it laid things with a haze to keep it out. Just as he finished his long drink, he looked up and saw Feriha headed his way. She must have seen the whole incident with his father. He let out a long sigh and raised up his glass to her, feeling the weight of his exhaustion settling over him. “I suppose at least something never change,” he mumbled into his drink. “Cheers to that I suppose.”