Penjani very much prefers more casual first dates— she likes to get to know people well and become better companions before something really romantic is pursued. So usually it's a lot of comfy cargos and slacks, low heels, and layers. She's big on hunter green (like her cool car!) and neutrals. She accessorized a lot too, lots of layered necklaces and multiple rings— overall she just wants to be comfortable and effortlessly cool (because she is!).
For slightly fancier locales, it's a dress or set, but still comfortable and flowy. If she can't do a high kick in it, she's not wearing it tbh!
With Alan, specifically, I think the top right outfit is definitely her go-to— they can both be in cargos!
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If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?What is the general impression your OC gives other people? - Donny, Penjani
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Not Accepting.
If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?
Real talk, Donny isn’t even thinking about bettering himself or changing circumstances in his past...all he can think about is how he would like to be a mutant like in X-Men. Like he’s just begging to have wings or the ability to change into a tiger or something like that. Donny is fairly secure in who he is and, of course, has quite an ego on him so he...he can’t even fathom changing much about himself.
I think she’d initially want for her gift to be taken away. Less for the semblance of normalcy, but more for peace of mind. It’s very stressful to see the things she sees and be plagued by visions throughout the day. It drains her, mentally and emotionally and for her own sake, she could see herself asking for the gift to be returned. On the other hand, there’s always that nagging suspicion that if she doesn’t bear the burden, some other poor soul might. So, in the end, she’d probably want to have better control over it. Having the ability to shut it off at times, to focus her mind better on what she needed to see versus what the universe willed her to see.
What is the general impression your OC gives other people?
Everyone thinks he’s a fuckboy and a himbo. And I mean...he is. And I’ll be the first to make jokes, but Donny, just with any of my other muses, is much, much more than those first impressions so please...like, if your muse wants to sleep with Donny or flirt with him? Understandable. Acceptable. He’s a flirt, it’s expected. But please note that’s not all he’s on this blog for...he’s an athlete. He’s a big brother and has a culture and personality beyond his big muscles and pretty face. He’s a good friend and loves his family and his dog! Let him open up my goodness! There’s so much potential for growth and characterization with him! Let me write it!! I gotta do EVERYTHING in this house!!!
I don’t think I’ve had her long enough or actually had enough threads with her to know the general impression but I feel like people expect her to be more...mysterious? Like I feel like people might go in thinking she’s going to speak more formally and be ominous and spiritual when in reality she’s going to tell you things point-blank. She came in 15 minutes late with a Starbucks because she was foretold there wasn’t going to be a huge line and she takes one look at you from behind her star-shaped sunglasses and tells you you’re wife’s going to cheat on you with your best friend and take the house and then she’s going to head out. Like it’s terribly fun to write her and I need more opportunities to have her wrecking some lives...unintentionally, of course.
The curses of old don't lose their power with the passage of time. Whoever says that sort of magic isn’t alive and well is kidding themselves. And if you don’t believe in curses, it’s best to speak to Penjani.Â
She’ll tell you that sometimes small villages located at the river’s edge are safe and well protected. Not by the local law or government officials, but by the mysteries of the deep, black water that the town was named after. And sometimes that black, watery void reaches out to little girls that play too close to the water’s edge.Â
Sometimes being the chosen one is a curse and never a blessing.
She still remembers how she had gasped for air as a smooth, slick mass enveloped her, how her small body tried so desperately to fight back against the current that had a mind of its own. Everyone that saw her go under swore that the waters never roared or thrashed as violently as they did that day—
When she was eventually spat back up on the shore, one of the members of the search party raced to her side and helped her fragile form out and away from the reeds, bringing her back into the arms of her parents. It was a happy reunion until everyone realized that what came out of the water that day was not the same Penjani that went in.
She shook violently at night, plagued by hazy visions, flashes of people she knew living their daily lives. Flashes of violence, of gangs coming into her town to pillage and steal. Images of a hurricane rolling in and splitting their land in two. At first, seeing as she was so young, she could not explain her visions well or even piece together what she was meant to see.
Only in the midst of conflict and natural disaster did she know. And by then it was too late.
So, you tell her; where does a gift begin and end? What of curses? For what purpose was her life stolen from her and replaced with the life of an unwilling oracle? Never once had she wished to be different, to have something no one else had— it wasn't a gift. No matter what the voices at the edge of her visions say.
Her voice will tremble when she tells you what she thinks; that nature can be cruel and can ruin you just as a human could. She'd warn you that you should never stray too close to the river’s edge, lest the water takes a liking to you.
Hometown: Black River, Jamaica
Birth Date: June 21, 1987
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'0"
Open water. We’re getting right to the point on this one.Â
This one Penjani would openly admit, because she needs to know right away if you’re the sort to respect her boundaries or attempt to get her near it in a poor attempt to help her get over it.
There’s no getting over it.
It’s linked directly to how Penjani received her so-called gift. At a young age, about 4 or nearly 5, a watery hand had reached out from the river that ran through her hometown and dragged her under.
While the being had no ill intentions and just wanted to bestow a gift he had given to mankind every century or so, his ways were not human ways. The ways of the gods frighten mortals. Especially a scared, confused child that was drowning in the depths of his embrace.Â
She eventually washed up on shore, near death, but rescued by her neighbors.Â
Penjani cannot stand by the river’s edge any longer. Or a pond. Or a pool. And certainly not the entire ocean.Â
