#roadhogspeaks

Those who bear a purple soulcolor are responsible, conforming, and grounded. They prefer predictability over instability and do not take to change well. They prefer to follow a daily schedule to keep themselves motivated and on the path to success, and they don’t stray from their daily chores often.  While they don’t like conforming to society, they also don’t like to stand out.

History and tradition are a big part of their identity. They hold family close to their heart, whether they are found or by blood, and have a high moral standard of themselves. They prefer to be supporting roles in people’s lives, often doing the hard labor to make sure everything falls in place.

Since this is a serving type, they tend to become community service members and are most likely to volunteer to help their community. Despite their need to help others, they are highly introverted and keep a close closed off circle of friends. It’s hard to break through their wall to become part of their circle, but it’s rewarding.

Purple soulcolors are always worried about the “what ifs” and are more drawn to pessimistic or realistic outlooks on life. They are cautious around new situations and never expect they’ll succeed. They often feel misunderstood by society, since most types tend to lean on the optimistic side of life, and only want to point out things that may hurt others, but this causes them to appear like the “party pooper” of the group.

Tagged by: @fraglaunchingferal​

Tagging: @thereapening​ @baptistespeaks​ @mercyspeaks​ @roadhogspeaks​ or anyone else who wants to go for it!

“Wait, ya want me to share with Hog? Have ya seen the man, he has plenty himself and has a lot on him! Huff, but fine sheila, I’ll share with Hog some of it since.. ya are such a nice mum.

Hog where are you at ya fat bastard?”

Angela hadn't noticed him till the noise caught her attention, twirling on her heel to face the man. The floor seemed to vibrate with his movements, and the bells rang loudly.

Hesitant to do anything, she watched him raise his hands. Scared for a moment, expecting a sort of impact, closing her eyes and waiting, but all that came was careful, gentle, uncharacteristic gesture as he planted the elfs hat on her head.

The doctor fixed it over her hair, they were only a few shades from matching. Looking up to Roadhog, giving a sweet smile in return, "Well, how do I look, Piglet?"

//*wheezing*

Angela looked at Piglet, then the Timtam, concerned if this was the beginning of some kidnapping. Isn't this how it usually started?

Angela shivered in her armor, wings bent down as though covering herself. She wasn't even sure they could do that, though her wings didn't give much warmth.

Rubbing her hands together, attempting to warm them only to move behind Roadhog, seeking some sort of shelter.