#good hell

some people out there: "UGHH who wants to bet Nintendo's gonna CENSOR something!!!?! >:( They're gonna censor a lot from all four of these games!!! We're not CHILDREN Nintendo!!! I'm gonna boycott if even one tiny useless thing is censored or removed no matter how insignificant!!!!! >:((("

I was tagged by @redheadsramblings. Let's get to it, shall we?

Layer One: The Outside

Name: Lyrae "Rook" Ingellvar. No one is sure who actually named him, but he is named for a distant constellation.

Eye Colour: His right eye is a dark, forest green. His left is a strange Fade green due to injury/blindness and magic overcompensation.

Hairstyle/Colour: He keeps it long, but the top parts braided/in a bun to keep it out of his face. He will go feral if it gets in his face. As for colour, it's a rich red chestnut. Put him in the sun, and the red comes out even more.

Height: He is solidly 5'3" (160cm), which puts him right at a foot shorter or thereabout to Emmrich.

Clothing Style: He loves his Mortal Scrubs. The belting and such can be finicky for his lack of depth perception, but he cares not. They're sturdy and easy to clean. Otherwise, whatever is comfortable. If naked is acceptable, that is also an option.

Best Physical Feature: According to him, probably nothing. To others, probably his smile... as long as he's not doing a grimace in disguise.

Layer Two: The Inside

Fears: Drowning. Isolation. Electricity.

Guilty Pleasure: Smoking elfroot (specifically a strain called Rivaini Blush. It, uh. Has some effects.)

Biggest Pet Peeve: Hair in his face. People who cannot get to the fucking point. ("I do not need to know that your sister met her partner there. I need to know why it is haunted. Get to the p o i n t.")

Ambition For The Future: Until recently: none. He didn't expect to survive the war, so why plan? But now, oops. I'm still here. Now what? First on his list is to Find A Place To Be, since he's still legally in exile. (This will probably get fixed.) After that? Who knows. Maybe get married. Maybe take a nap.

Layer Three: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: "Ughhh. Why."

What They Think About Most: Emmrich. Snacks. Usually in that order, but sometimes... ("I see I've been demoted in preference of snacks again." "Yeh." "Wow, I see how it is." "Hush, have a treat." "This is acceptable.")

What They Think About Before Bed: Not much, if certain activities have been gotten up to. Otherwise, How Have I Fucked Something Up Every Day Of My Life, an Encyclopedia By L. Ingellvar. It's a very comprehensive series!

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: His wiggles. His grasp of Sarcasm and Trickery. Also being helpful and kind, allegedly.

Layer Four: What's Better?

Single or Group Dates?: Before Emmrich, Lyrae had never been on a date. He'd always focused more on his studies or his actual jobs. After Emmrich, he still doesn't have a reference point for group dates, so. Singles.

To Be Loved or Respected: Both, ideally. If he had to choose, though: respected.

Beauty or Brains: Brains. Emmrich certainly has both in spades, but the intelligence is what drew him first.

Dogs or Cats: Cats, mostly. He will stop and pet any cat he comes across. Dogs... he's okay with, but they are far larger and an incident after his exile made him wary.

Layer Five: Do You?

Lie: Unless he can absolutely not avoid it, he is terminally truthful. Promises are binding. Only way he'll fail to keep a promise is if it is physically impossible to do, or if he's half dead somewhere. (The latter won't actually stop him. Someone may have to sit on him to get him to recover first.)

Believe In Yourself: No. ("I wasn't supposed to survive long after birth, let alone all the other shit. All I do is fuck up. What's there to believe in?"*)

Believe In Love: Before: "It's a nice faerie tale." Now: "Well shit. Maybe it is real. Okay."

Want Someone: Simply put, Emmrich.

Layer Six: Have You Ever?

Been On Stage: No. He forewent the usual graduation ceremony that involved stages, and the performing arts never really appealed to him.

Done Drugs: He smokes elfroot every so often. Other harder things were tried and not enjoyed. Gingerwort... sort of counts. ("Do not combine Rivaini Blush and Gingerwort. I saw the Hat Man and lost track of my fingers.")

Changed Who You Were To Fit In: No. If you don't like him as he is, sucks to suck. Do not perceive him.

Layer Seven: What's their...?

Favourite Colours: Blues, greens. The exact shade of Emmrich's eyes.

Favourite Animal: Cats, snakes. Assan.

Favourite Book: Medical/anatomical books, largely. Then Emmrich showed up, and to keep up with whatever the hell he was on about, books on Fade Harmonics and shit found their way into his repertoire. Oops, they're fascinating!

Favourite Game: Wicked Grace. Do not play Wicked Grace with him. He cheats.

Layer Eight: Age

DOB: 15 Drakonis, 9:26 Dragon. He was found hours after being born, still attached to his placenta and covered in tacky blood and vernix.

How Old Will You Be: He's 26 at the start of Veilguard (9:52 Dragon), 28 at the end.

Does Age Matter: No. The youngest geniuses and the oldest fools will still make decent and godawful decisions.

Layer Nine: Finish the Sentence

I love: the Veilguard team. They are family.

I feel: way too much, please put some back. Fucking emotions.

I hide: my pain until I can do so no longer.

I miss: my home and when life was simple.

I wish: for five minutes of peace before something else explodes. Please.

*Mind Healer Kasha has entered the arena, wielding a newspaper. "Be nice to yourself, you gremlin."

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I bumped my laptop and heard it 'skid' a bit on the table and thought I had almost knocked it off, so I nearly dived off the side of the bed to try to catch it.. only to find it had barely moved an inch.

Pardon me while I use a defibrillator on myself to shock my damned heart back into rhythm, holy shit.