#ofaxios

If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: (Aren?) Tochi O’Reilly?

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Black/dark brown hair (it could be either), cerulean eyes, pinprick pupils, pale skin, might have some freckles, Sam Claflin’s nose, kind of thin lips, very tall, lean muscle, looks like he could kill u, v light weight, has Rookie’s eye shape, strong brows, nearly perpetual frown but isn’t a big meanie.

Personality: Something of an overachiever, eager to please and to rise up to his parent’s names/legacies. Very kind, a little rebellious and mischievous, but could v easily become a cop if he sought out that particular route. Can be kind of hard on himself when he doesn’t succeed or doesn’t believe he can succeed and often needs others to reassure him he can do whatever he puts his mind to. Doesn’t accept that mistakes are okay and natural for himself. Loves challenges despite the stress they bring and actually makes great arguments when he isn’t trying to sneak around discussions. Tentative, a bit shy, ambivert, can be easily distracted unless he pools his focus entirely into one thing at a time. 

Special Talents: Stealthy, Good with medicine, Pyrotechnics, able to put together puzzle pieces and problem solve with ease, natural at p much anything he does, probably can’t sing for shit tho, unintentional puppy dog eye master, aaand a great swimmer. Even though deep water tends to make him a little skittish.

Who they like better: Iiiiit tends to fluctuate, but he really loves all three of his parents to death.

Who they take after more: Physically, Jack, emotionally, a balanced mix of all three, mentally, Norma and Rookie.

Personal Head canon: He can be stoic, kind of cold and callous on his bad days, but is a grinning dweeb on his best ones. A little prone to mulling over life with a sigh and a frown.

     she’s fine. she’s bleeding, but she’s fine. chell is used to bruises and scrapes and that’s all this is - - - a scrape that hasn’t been able to really heal. every time it comes close she manages to damaged the fine scratches that line the side of her face. fingers prod at the wound and chell frowns at her hand when it comes back tinged red. ouch.

“ --- and how many more of these do you have to do, doc? ”

   The SMELL in the air must’ve been absolutely PUTRID, stinking of blood and decay. The atmosphere was tense- more than tense- it was as if the drop of a feather would be the final rip at the seam for hell to burst through. PROTOCOL would’ve mandated keeping all gear sealed air tight, but even if it had been the opposite he wouldn’t dare comply. Being clad in full armor did provide comfort, but if he were to inhale even the tiniest amount of. . . flood particles, unnatural flesh particles, he would have lost his fucking mind. 

    They could HEAR the spores skittering around like demented rats in the air vents, bangs from all sides and unholy screeches with the sickening pops of bone and meat. . . but those didn’t bother him as much as the threat of ingesting any of this mess. . . 

    and being unable to reach Jackson in time. 

   This was one of the first time’s he’d ever taken charge of a team- being a leader was not something he’d EVER wanted to do. Sure he wasn’t REALLY in charge, but with his advanced hearing and good sense of. . . well, not quite direction and not quite the future. Something in between, put him right up there with Norma who ACTUALLY had the mental ability to lead. Jack was the only one of them missing, and NO MAN LEFT BEHIND wasn’t entirely the reason for their rescue mission. 

   Without Jack, the trio wasn’t complete. The bed would feel emptier, the air stale, life. . . 

   He doesn’t want to think of a life without Jack in it. So far things have been smooth, but upon hearing unblocked noise from up ahead he KNOWS, that they’re going up face to face with the CREEPY CRAWLIES, PARASITE FROM (space) HELL.