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Tenenbaum hadn't noticed Fontaine enter, if the way she continued to read over her charts under her breath was any sign-- her native tongue flowing more easily, fluidly than when she attempted to speak in broken English.

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Love Calculator || Accepting

“Ah, wait, I forgot to shake the dust off this post.”

EXCUSE YOU. I’M BEAUTIFUL.

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Name: Vera Fontaine

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Vera has dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. She’s slender.

Personality: Vera has a quick wit and can read people as easily as most can read a sentence. She tries to steer clear of manipulation though she slips now and again. She has rigid morals which leave her wanting to reform both of her fathers for various reasons.

Special Talents: She’s PAINFULLY perceptive, sometimes knowing what someone is thinking or feeling before they are consciously aware of it. She was taught how to shoot a gun well and how to pick locks. She’s a half-decent fist fighter and an alright acrobat. Her fathers fought one another through teaching her, a thing she both resents and is grateful for. 

Who they like better: Illya 

Who they take after more: Illya

Personal Head canon: Vera’s morals are very rigid to the point that even the few things Illya does in pursuit of the greater good is too much. As such, neither of her fathers really are her favorite, but one has morals and the other she thinks may need mental help. Despite how much she clings to her moral compass Vera very well might have some mild empathy issues. She believes what she believes unyielding, but frequently she couldn’t say why nor how it should/would affect someone and why she would bother to care.

Face Claim:  Kaya Scodelario

“ I detest your kind, 

    I’d very much appreciate it if you did not disturb me.

              Now I’ve LOST my muse.”

 Raged the youth, snarling in the process. 

  Toe to toe with the other male.

            His emotions consumed him- 

He had the face of the man the kid had once trusted, and he glared at him, knowing full well that he would likely not live through whatever exchange was about to happen.  “Do your worst,” he spat.  He had NO INTENTION of giving this kid the satisfaction of hearing him SCREAM

Ryan had loved Atlas. And then Frank had killed him. But that was ok. Because Ryan was more than certain that he could get Atlas back. All it would take was a little tender loving care. What are families for? Right. Frank.

“No.” The young man said absently, looking at the tray he’d compiled. Knife, scalpel, empty hypo, wrench, screwdriver... wrench. He picked it up, looked at it from every angle. How many splicers had died from it? How many Big Daddies? He looked back at ATLAS, a smirk on his lips.