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Send me a 🚼 and a ship I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think a child between our two muses would look like

All in all, a strong, healthy, beautiful child!

Attachment Style Test; Mar Mutthand Your attachment style is:

69.4% On Edge, 63.9% Avoidant

On Edge-Avoidant (Mistrusting): Individuals in this quadrant share the Dismissive type's misgivings about others, but have not developed the armor of coolness and self-sufficiency that allows Dismissive types to live without attachment and bonding. Consequently, Mistrustful types recognize in themselves a need for intimacy and close relations with others, but as soon as they start to get close to others, they also find that they have mixed feelings about the whole ordeal and start fantasizing about breaking it off because they "want their space again." In short, they are neither at ease in solitude nor when close to others. Because of their simultaneous need for and mistrust of intimacy, Mistrusting types have had to spend their lives learning how to skillfully handle other people; continually maneuvering so as to keep others close and available, yet at the same time out of control and powerless to harm the Mistrusting type. Individuals of this type are often high-achieving and competent adults, but on the inside, they tend to suffer from periodic bouts of low self-esteem and be plagued by a sense of hollowness at their core. Mistrusting individuals are frequently very good at finding legitimate fault with others and sniffing out their weaknesses as a way of protecting themselves against being disappointed by others, but on the downside, this hypervigilance also tends to lead to skepticism and overly paranoid tendencies.

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Pragmatic as she is, Mar would only take a comfort -drink when she needs to sleep deeply (and is unable to due to pain or nightmares) so as she is someone with a capsarii education she would just take a cup of cheap wine, heat it up and put a peasized amount of poppyjucie into it. This would knock her out completly for a few hours as Mar for one has a extreme reaction to alcohol of any kind as it will react with the body enhancing potions she is using and had been used to since she was a child, and also it is poppy juice and with that its opium. Mar is very aware how to completly knock herself out cold and nephentes is not called "no-pain" for nothing. The Halforc is a educated poison-specialist, so she is aware what effect herbs and potions have on her.

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become? Mar did not exactly had a choice in her way of life: She was born in a colonia to a soldier and therefor she was given to start her education and training in different encampments and away from her hometown to become a soldier herself when she was six, as a tax. She wasn´t the only child and specifically the decanus of her contubernium is from the same homevillage as Mar, just two years older for Mar as a Halforc grew physically faster and was send away together with her. Accordingly her life as a Soldier and her work as a Bodyguard and townsguard was never exactly her choice- she is staying in her line of work out of her choice naturally, Mar is a functional adult and makes her own choices, yet also she is not exactly in the position to not make exactly that choice for she does want that garanteed piece of property in a colonia and with that citizenright and right to vote after her military-time and she has not the education or the resources or he social saftey-net for any other line of work.

So to answer that question: Mar likes to knit in her freetime and when she has more time she embroiders. As a baby and toddler Mar remembers that she would sit on her wet-nurses lap and grasp for the threads (She remembers chewing on them a lot of longer than a child past infancy should chew on things). When she got older she would start knitting herself, which till this day stayed a hobby. Naturally that is eventually just another part of her life that she needs to follow because noone wants to walk around sockless and a nesh like Mar needs warm feet or she will become unbearable cranky.

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger? Touch her Cingulum militare. Now that has more pragmatic reasons than Mar just beein protective of her gear (That she has to give her own earnings for to buy and keep in proper shape) and also beeing very, very, very uncomfortable with people touching her without her premission or especially a piece of clothing worn around her bodys middle (Uncomfortable sexual insinuations of beeing grabbed by a object worn around the hips aside- She is a short person having grown up and living between gruff and pragamtic people, so she is more than often grabbed by the back of her belt and pushed away, pulled around or just lifted up to be placed somwehere else. Which is naturally, unbelievable irritating). The pragmatic reason is: The cingulum is a soldiers "honour-medal" and it is a common way of punishing a soldier to let them stand around just in their soldier -tunic to be laughed and sneered at (or allowed to be abused). A soldier in her legion is never - not even in their off-duty time- allowed to be seen without that belt and even if she is on a night out barhopping, if Mar would be seen without that belt she would be punished. And when she is punished, so will be the members of her squad. Naturally Mar is therefor protective of that piece of gear, because it can be a direct reason for her beeing punished but also it is that object that shows her status as a solider of a legion and therefor works as a kind of "protection" for the not exactly human looking woman. She might not has citizen-rights, but she is not outlawed.

Mars Voice Bold what applies to your Muse, italicize situational ones. Feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.

► ACCENT: “country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker   Mar had spend the first six years of her life before beeing send to the city (and from there to different encampments) in a colonia that had been set up by former Soldiers and their spouses who those soldiers had mostly met through their journeys, so she grew up with very very different languages and dialects mingeling. However, as soon as she was send away for education whatever dialect she had learned had been strictly corrected- with violence, if needed. Accordingly Mar has a very clear prenounction, if at all she is too stern on the letters and might pronounce words wrong because she refuses to not pronouce letters.

► ELOQUENCE: educated │ uneducated │ doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just makes up their own words! │ old English │dependent on mood or setting As the Halforc was always very strictly corrected and told that she as a Soldier should always be a stand in for whoever she is working for, Mar has a very strict hold on her words to be a spresentable as possible. The only time she might be a little slurred with her words, is if she is withthe other soldiers. Still yet, Mar is most of the time too high strung to relax enough to not watch how she speaks.

► TONE: loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │ gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative The Halforc is a short, chubby woman with a big curly head of hair and could almnsot be seen as cute. Mar is very much not cute. Accordingly she lowers her voice and tries to sound as hard as possible to make sure she is taken serious. For most Orcs she just sounds like an angry chihuahua that way.

► HABITS: refers to self in third person │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others Mar is still a foreign speaker and occiasionally will use foreign words she has not the proper translation for. In most cases those words however are just the latin words for her military-attire.

► VOICE REFERENCE: Claudia Black speaking “Cloe Frazer” .

Animal In You: You Are a mountain Goat Tagged by: A Lyras string Tagging: @wishcast @touchcure @doomedbychoice @fifthdimensicn @inquisitxr @sanguisprince @lary5trong @kuyenkutral @yautjaiisms @helaene @menelvagor @cybersvoodoo ...AND YOU!! Mountain Goat Characteristics: Average size • Nimble • Dexterous • Creative • Unsociable • Neurotic Scientific Name: Oreamnos americanus Collective Term: A trip of mountain goats 

The Precarious Mountain Goat "Put silk on a goat and it is still a goat" Irish saying.  Mountain goat personalities are very much loners. Observing the goings-on from their unique perch, they are consummate voyeurs and when mingling with other terrestrial animal personalities they feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. After brief forays into their world, they must return to their place of security.

The Mountain Goat Psyche Balance is a critical component of a mountain goat's life, and they are moderate in every facet of their behavior. With conservative family values, their politics are middle of the road, and their even-keeled life has similar characteristics to that of their cousin the sheep. However, there's an air of eccentricity about a mountain goat, and this is reflected in their unusually decorated homes.

Nimble of foot and quick of mind, mountain goats are adept at extricating themselves from tricky situations. Usually though, there’re responsible for getting into these predicaments in the first place and have a habit of not learning from their mistakes. Although intelligent, they do not have much in the way of street smarts and could be considered naive. This is probably due to a lack of real-world experience.

A Socially Adept Creature A creature of gossip, mountain goats subscribe to the rumor mill that includes tabloid magazines and TV shows in an attempt to better understand the world of the terrestrial personalities. They love to watch soap operas and other shows depicting the tumult of human relationships. With this affinity for intrigue and gossip, they would make a great movie critics, writers, hairdressers or tabloid journalists.

If you're looking for a scout guide or hiking partner, this sure-footed beast is an ideal choice. However, its talents as a leader are suspect. Because of its solitary existence, it does not have the insight into human behavior that is required for leadership. Mountain goats are not risk takers and need to feel solid ground beneath their feet before making any major decision.

Mountain Goats in the Wild Mountain goats have a precarious existence, for while their highly evolved hooves make them master of their slippery and dangerous domain, they are challenged by the sparse vegetation found at these higher elevations. Having found a niche on slopes between two thousand and seventeen thousand feet, they feed mainly on grass and herbs during the summer and leaves in the winter.Mountain goats are also known as ibexes, and there are seven distinct species found in Asia, North Africa, and Europe. One advantage to living in such an inhospitable environment is the lack of predators. However, snow leopards and wolves will often claim unwary individuals on the lower elevations.

Careers & Hobbies Movie critic • Writer  • Hair dresser • Journalist Rock climbing  • People watching  • Gossiping  • Hiking

Love & Friendship Mountain goats enjoy nothing more than open-air rendezvous with their lovers, and the goat's courting behavior is simple and charming. It prefers a picnic basket on a checkered tablecloth to formal dinners with champagne and crystal, and this style is reflected in its choice of mates -- casual, quirky types with laid back personalities.

These are high maintenance lovers for a relationship with a mountain goat is an exercise in ups and downs. Even though their emotional fragility causes the premature death of many love affairs, if their partner remains faithful the mountain goat will honor it with commitment and love.

The mountain goat's elusive sensibilities don't give it a wide choice of partners. In fact, only a small number of animal personalities are even remotely compatible with this erratic creature.

One moment the caravan of merchants moved over the beaten path like a lazy, overfed snake- horses pulled carts slowly and the dried leafs covering the forestfloor shofted as if a snakebody moved over it; the streaks of light cutting through the canopy of leafs shimmered on the colourful cloth of the merchants and travlers moving along like on scales.

The next moment the monotone rustling melody of feet, cartwheels and hoofs on the ground was disturbed by the sudden beat of an arrow cutting through the air and hitting with a hollow, but much too loud noise the side of one of the carts.

Only for a second, a breath, the blink of an eye, the forest was quiet.

Then a dozen other arrows followed and the caravane bursted open to all sides with people seeking saftey behind trees and robbers- rusted hauberks, tattered tabbards, dull swords- washed from past the trees on the beaten path. The forestsnake vomited small clumps of people breaking away from the beaten path into the forest panicky.

One moment Mar had been walking along the caravan with her Ger held in one hand like a walking stick and the cart of the merchant she was hired by right next to her. The next moment she was on the carts coachbox, grabbing the merchant by the back of her tunic like a little child ans throwing her not at all gently down in the cart between barrels for shelter, before she jumped back on the road to stop whoever came near this cart.

One moment the Halforc had been listening th the talks of the members of the carvane- little jokes, quiet chatter, someone infront of her humming. The next moment Mars ears were filled with loud screams, arrows cutting through the air and voices much too loud blasting over the beaten path that she could now not even hear the leafs rustling beneath her sandals. The robbers were easy to sepperate from the merchants- rusted hauberks, tattered tabbards, dull sowrds- and Mar wondered later if this group had been part of a kings army before that had broken off after a battle to earn spoils on their own, but that was later, after jumping off the coachbox, after circeling the cart in wider and wider circles to free a wider and wider area from attackers, after hitting a robber into the side of the face with the metalhunch of her shield and hear his jaws shatter like glass, after grabbing another member of the caravane who had been attacked by the robber by the back of their tunic and pushing them to the safety of the cart between the barrels, after she met up with the other members of her group of for a proper protective formation, after the sudden loudness of combat turned into the loudness of fleeing feet and cussing merchants injured and not at all happy.

The halforc was still thinking about those rusted hauberks, tattered tabbards, dull swords when she returned to the cart to check on the merchant and the person she had (thrown brutally, kicked over, pushed ) lead between the barrels for shelter.