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THE  FAIRY:     chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight.  tall trees with smooth bark.  tangled hair.  the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair.  crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.  walking home at three am with no coat.  platonic hand holding.  blowing smoke out of your nose.  dragonfly wings.  chaotic good.  freckles.  fairy rings.  secret meetings.  gender nonconformity.  leather.  smudged eyeliner.  forbidden fruit.

THE  REAPER:     computer errors.  a shiver down your spine.  haunting beauty.  hard liquor.  crowns of thorns.  shadowed alleyways.  decaying plant matter.  shattered mirrors and broken glass.  corrupted memories.  stopped clocks.  the scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies.  walking your friends home.  the crescent moon.  the sea.  a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution.  looking out of the window of an airplane.  soft kisses.

THE  WITCH:     graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books.  growing up too fast.  parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  lace and combat boots.  moth wings.  candles on every surface.  a weathered deck of cards.  turning the music up.  fireflies in jars.  calloused fingers.  drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds.  petrichor.  a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant.  illusions of spells.  black cats.  mint gum.  chapped lips.  dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

THE  WOLF:     murders of crows.  frostbitten leaves.  wolves howling at midnight.  knocking on your door.  leaving food out for stray animals.  the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey.  tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes.  slightly too long stubble.  knitted fingerless gloves.  sleeping on the forest floor.  always find your way back home.

Ian shrugs one broad shoulder, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a mocking grin, “You asked me to tell you why we were spending so much time together. Whether you wanna believe it, well, that’s up to you.” He wasn’t gonna confirm or deny anything.

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Macy Reynolds NICKNAME. Stella (Maniax verse) GENDER. Female HEIGHT. 5′6″ AGE. between 18 - 21 ZODIAC. Pisces SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Black / Dark brown EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. Pale BODY TYPE. Slim ACCENT. Slight New York accent VOICE. VERY sing-songy DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Tends not to slouch, but otherwise rather casual. SCARS. None. TATTOOS. None. BIRTHMARKS. None. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Her smile, probably?

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Metropolis Hospital HOMETOWN. Metropolis BIRTH WEIGHT. ??? BIRTH HEIGHT. ??? MANNER OF BIRTH. Natural. FIRST WORDS. “Paper” and “coven” (although she was trying to say “cousin”) SIBLINGS. None. PARENTS. Steven and Elaina Reynolds. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. She doesn’t spend a LOT of time with her parents, but they’re still around. 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. She works at a record store! CURRENT RESIDENCE. A fairly decent apartment in Gotham, with her parents. CLOSE FRIENDS. Harleen (of course), and I guess her cousin Ian counts too. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single pringle. FINANCIAL STATUS. Dependent on her parents, but she’s saving up. DRIVER’S LICENSE. She has one, but she usually just walks most places. Unless it’s dark. CRIMINAL RECORD. Nope. VICES. She lies. A lot. Although it’s usually to save Harleen’s ass, lol

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight? ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Straight? PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. Fairly low. TURN ON’S. Not a clue. TURN OFF’S. Shrugs? LOVE LANGUAGE. She tends to gently bully the people she cares about. If she doesn’t dish out mild roasts or slug ya in the shoulder at least once when she sees you, she doesn’t like you bro. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Shrugs?????

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. --- HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Sketching, dancing, theater. MENTAL ILLNESSES. None. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. None. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. It’s pretty even, but she leans a bit more to the right. PHOBIAS. None? SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Pretty high.  VULNERABILITIES. Her family, and Harleen.

What happened? Ian thought for a moment, flashes of the dream he’d been having moving through his mind – Flash: Macy, hair wild, in an Arkham straitjacket as they wheeled her off down the cold stone halls to a padded cell. Flash: Macy, covered in blood and holding hands with none other than Jerome Valeska. Flash: Macy, a knife shoved deep into her neck as Jerome stood over her, laughing and laughing as Ian tried in vain to stop the blood…

       “…Nothing. Forget I said anything.” He didn’t really think that would work with Macy, but how could he tell her about that? “Just…promise me you’re not gonna start going out with any maniacs anytime soon, alright? For my peace of mind.”

“I’m not gonna just forget you said anything, Ian.” She let out a huff in frustration, although she really was trying not to be. “If it’s bothering you, then talk about it, right? Isn’t that a thing people do?”

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“NOBODY collect me, I am being PERFECTLY REASONABLE in defending my crunchy throat snacks!”

“Oh god it’s worse than we feared. Someone call a doctor! Preferably not an Arkham doctor, they tend to make this sort of thing worse!”

“...the fuck?”

“This is your punishment for the canoodle thing.”

“O-kay, but just remember you asked for it.” He hands over a jar to the young girl in front of him. Inside is a vast quantity of letter stickers. They are all the letter B. “There’s your B’s. Woulda been real ones but we’re trying to save ‘em, y’know.”

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“Macy.”

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