Mar 22
A pale blue space-zombie
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A pale blue space-zombie
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Ingrained habits/forces of habit?
Maybe it's because I haven't RPed any of my OCs in SO LONG, but I can't exactly thing of any BIG ONES.
Starling always curls up with a hot drink and a book on rainy days.
Sly rubs at the scars on her ears when she's agitated.
Sly vanishes to go off hunting when in a bad mood. That or she gardens.
Dajia is a clean freak for a Chua. Obsessive hand washing after 'educating' heretics and outfit changes. Ijio rubbed off on them.
People who’ve influenced them greatly?
Dajia freezes up, ears standing straight up before cocking its head. The Chua rubs a hand under its chin, chittering in contemplation before speaking slowly. "Papa Moro." It closes its eyes, nodding as the Chua's ears relax. "Strange parent, but helped Dajia become this Chua today." Dajia blinks its eyes open with teeth clicking. "Not elaborating."
A few more random prompts incoming! First: Scars or painful spots?
"Oh," Starling gives a wane smile as she glances down. "I have a few odd scars here and there. I have some odd marks on my knees where I fell on pavement as a child and scraped them raw. I cried all the way home as our Mechari servant carried me." She pauses at the follow up, "Painful spots?" The Cassian woman shifts as she wraps arms just over her ample chest as her blue gaze drops down for a brief moment. She straightens, becoming aware at how her hunched posture makes her soft stomach all the more pronounced. "N-no, no sore spots on my body."