#ima's characters

Picrew by anosun!!

Might figure out how to make its name one day. Name (both Eridian and Human alternative) is a WIP.

It/Its mostly, They/Them also good

Has a habit of staying very still akin to sleeping when it doesn't want someone to bother them ("Like Grace sleeping, statement. Quick to wake.")

Almost always tapping on something, a potential soothing action; Alternates include stretches and bonks

Eridian equivalent of a healthcare worker

Enjoys the pebbles, would not like their own ever ("Too much work, also I like friends better"; aspec character made by aspec person, fork found in kitchen)

If Erid has a form of music, it would enjoy that; If not, then it would seek out music from Grace ("It feels nice, even when it sounds a bit like gibberish")

Making friends is a weird process for it that includes observation from afar for extended periods of time and slow integration into the pre-established group

The glasses are an equivalent to a necklace: functionally useless, but has a nice weight to it

Severely nearsighted, but make it Eridian: Needs a sound amplifier to properly make out shapes and echo-locate

Overthinks several things all at once and packages that neatly behind nonchalance

Enjoys a nice loaf (akin to a cat loaf)

On the shorter/smaller side for Eridians, uses this opportunity to perch on larger, friendly Eridians

Gets caught up in interests very suddenly and violently, seeks any knowledge on thing of interest for extended periods of time; Current interest: Human music

Picks at small chips on its carapace sometimes; Whether this is self-soothing or a bad habit has yet to be acknowledged

Name is Matik

They/It

Plague doctor inspired! I have this specific image in my head where the beak/nose is kinda fused with the upper lip, if you get my drift?

Body is black with white polka dots, so clothes are white with black polka dots

Those big-ass lens in the plague doctor mask/face are glasses grade (very nearsighted)

Hood is triangular shaped with the tip being a golden triangle

Triangle on the clothes somewhere

Jacket! Puffy pants that taper together at the end! POCKETS!!!

No idea about shoes yet. Barefoot slaps, but if shoes are needed they need to be able to BOOK IT

Triangle ahoge (that random strand of hair atop an anime character's head)

Not sure if I want to add my default sona's horns to them (they're golden colored, but hmm...)

Arrived to earth after the Poitrine brothers blew up on KEXP to observe how they did it. Got fascinated with the stories and books and music on the planet and tries to make their own.

Mimics others as a form of appreciation and is part of its learning process

Mimicking is a big part of their life, used as a way to fit in and observe

Gay sit

Due to the time difference, they'll often experience time blindness

Since time traveling to the future is difficult, they sometimes worry about the future

Rubs its hands and fingers together often when trying to gather their thoughts together quickly

Probably really likes fish

“Remember Zephyr — ”

“I know!”

“Not too much candy. And please try to stay close.”

Zephyr groaned. “Whynn, I’m not gonna run off super far! I’ve gotta take care of the passengers! And you’re one of them.” Really, it should be obvious from their costume. Maybe Whynn didn’t understand what they were dressed up as. So the child posed in the middle of the dark street, one hand pointing forwards and the other on their hip. “All aboard!” they called out.

Their hair fluffed out, untethered by a hat or other head accessory. While a hat would’ve really sold their costume, they hated the feeling of almost everything on their head. The most that they allowed was a hood, and even that felt too weird if they really thought about the sensation.

A few beings looked at the child, some cooing and others rolling their eyes. Zephyr ignored them at first, but as their gaze drifted between Whynn and the passerby, their bravado slowly faded into something sheepish. “You think my costume is nice, right?”

Whynn stayed silent for about 13 seconds of varying length before they patted Zephyr on the shoulders. “Very cute.”

“Very professional!”

“Professionally cute.”

Zephyr lightly hit their guardian on the arm and whined, “I’m a professional! ‘M not cute!”

“Oh, fine. You’re the most professional one there is.” Whynn fixed their short cape and said something under their breath that sounded like, “Maybe I should’ve done a different costume.”

“I like your costume. Wizards are super cool! They’re also super smart, like you,” Zephyr said. “You’re just missing the big hat they wear where you can shout ‘Sun and moon! Stars and sword! I summon to me, places not explored!’ or something!”

Whynn blinked owlishly behind their glasses, then gasped. “That’s a perfect spell!” They waved their hands with the grace of someone who didn’t exactly know what to do with their hands and recited the rhyme Zephyr made up. “Oh, that’s perfect!”

Zephyr hopped around their guardian. “Is it?”

“It is!”

The child let out a loud whoop of joy. “It is! I’m a spellmaker and a conductor and– AT!” Zephyr’s attention jumped from celebrating their new careers to the familiar conductor. The conductor was dressed in a classic black costume…maybe a vampire? Zephyr guessed that someone at the train depot or station gave it to the robot. “AT! Look, look!” They stumbled into a run towards the robot, leaping into a floating and slow-moving projectile. “Guess what I am!”

AT-1225 caught the light child and put them down. “Let me see…” He looked at their costume, and Zephyr caught the moment when she paused. “Oh? Are you a miniature me?”

“Yeah! It’s always been you!”

AT-1225 did something a little odd: it made a static-filled sound before covering its mouth. The static turned into a crackly laugh that continued even when Whynn managed to catch up to the duo. “Apologies, but — ” He tapped at his throat and static still echoed out. “Come on…” She tapped her throat a bit more before things calmed down. “You dressed up as a train conductor?”

“Of course! Whynn’s a wizard, I’m a train conductor, and you’re a vampire!”

AT-1225 shrugged. “My coworkers insisted.”

“No hat?” Whynn asked.

“My coworkers also insisted that the hat would ruin the overall costume.”

Zephyr watched as Whynn took one of AT-1225’s gloved hands and pressed the back of it to their mouth. AT-1225’s voicebox fizzed and he reached up to grab a hat that wasn’t there. She instead shaded her eyes and crackled out, “Whynn! You — !”

“Sorry, sorry. I had to.” Whynn looked happy, a sheepish smile on their face.

Zephyr on the other hand, pretended to gag. “Ew! Ew ew ew! I’m here for candy and pointing at people, not this!” They circled around the two with increasing intensity until they could finally move forwards.

“I need you to go — ”

“And leave you behind? Absolutely not.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, or to let out a loud groan of annoyance. You manage that resistance for long enough to throw off suspicion over your emotions, then you slap both hands to your face and let them slide off. You put enough pressure on them to let the flesh on your face peel down a little, like you have seen some humanoids do to expose the bottom of their eyeballs.

“You hired me to protect you on your journey to the capital. Now we’re here, and there are better people to ensure your safety instead of me.” It was the truth. You can see the powerful spellcasters here, the soldiers and knights with their heavy weapons in hand. You can also approximate the number of times that those weapons have been bloodied, and it was enough to count on one hand only.

“Madam.” One of the soldiers extends a hand, metal plate armor clicking as they do so. “We must go now. You are safer with us.”

Your client, a sorcerer from a rather influential family in the capital (you don’t pay much attention to politics, so sue you for not knowing specifics), looks at you. Her eyes look at you up and down, then she clasps her hands in front of her.

Oh gods, she’s begging.

“Mysterious protector of mine with no name,” she cries, “at least allow me to offer you a spell of protection if you are to go out and fight those that have trailed me.” She starts to blink more frequently and sticks her lower lip out a bit.

You contort your face into a grimace. You hate it when others start pulling things like this on you. So maybe charms like this work on most of your client’s previous protectors, it wouldn’t work on you. “Save your spells.”

She stomps her foot on the cobblestone. “I’m offering you a good spell, so it’s best you take me up on my offer.”

“Madam, we have to go — ”

“Not until I give this spell to them!”

You grimace again. “It,” you spit out. “Not ‘them’. ‘It’.” You wave your hand dismissively and add, “Anyways, don't listen to me, listen to them.” You gesture to the spellcasters and knights, ready to sweep the sorcerer off her feet and take her far away to safety.

Your client, soon to be a former client as soon as you can get away from her, sighs. “You are so frustrating.”

You keep your mouth shut.

The sorcerer rapidly takes a step towards you and exhales a word weaved with magic as she taps your nose with a finger. “Let them try to burn you,” she whispers.

You recoil from her touch and consider punching yourself in the nose, but that’s an idiotic move. You instead rub at your nose with the sleeve of your jacket as you glare at her from behind your tinted glasses.

The sorcerer giggles and moves behind her new, more qualified protection squad. “Consider that my tip,” she calls as she’s whisked away.