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How easy is it for your character to fall asleep? To stay asleep? Is there anything that helps or hinders? What kind of dreams do they have, if any?

Omayra falls asleep quite easily when her cheetah Álvaro is laying with her. She cuddles against him and listens to his consistent purring and drifts off quote easily, feeling safe and loved by her unique service animal. Sleeping without Álvaro, on the other hand, is extremely difficult....nearly impossible. She feels lonely and sad without him against her and has difficulty drifting off.

Omayra doesn't dream too often, but when she does, she dreams majorly of one of two things. One involves the horrific tragedy that befell her parents, either experiencing it herself or witnessing it with no ability to help them, or, a peaceful tranquil existence living in a cottage far from civilization. One where the local wildlife visits regularly, and some even live with her, and they can all communicate easily.

Rolling dice again but may switch to a new character if the question is exciting for one of them. These forums are SO fun.

Also resisting the urge to make some monstrous novel-like gigapost with someone answering all of the questions.

Does your character have any health issues that they struggle with often? How does this affect their daily life? If not, what was the last big injury your character had and how did it happen? Did it affect them permanently in any way?

Sox has an unusual little condition that makes her skin unusually resistant to mana passing through it. It has had a massive influence on her life, capabilities and health.

So, what does that actually mean? Not being able to have mana cross Sox's skin means that she is functionally incapable of casting spells, and attempting to do so can cause effects similar to radiation burns on whatever part of her body she's attempting to channel the spellform with (usually hands, feet, or tails). In a society where magic use is part of daily life, this can feel limiting and discouraging, and be dangerous if not handled properly. It also means that incoming spells where mana needs to cross the skin, so not jets of flame or levitation, but definitely forced transmutation or, unfortunately, healing, have a hard time getting through. This means that some medical care options aren't available to her, though for the most part technological solutions can fill the gap. As long as the healthcare provider knows about the issue, of course, either by being told of looking up her file (her condition isn't unique by any means, so options are available)

Thankfully, Sox is determined and has always had a really good social support network, so was able to find other things to do with her body's natural floofy mana supply. After all, what if she doesn't need the energy to cross her skin? Result: kicking natural supernatural body-boosting into overdrive. Sure, she still can't cast spells, but she's taken that blockage and turned it into an opportunity to hone and harmonize mind, body, and magic into massively supernatural athleticism. Incredible leaps, breathtaking agility and gymnastic prowess, stunning force and swiftness in martial arts, and seemingly inexhaustible stamina are her game. Others of her kind can and do take the same path, but most spend a lot of time learning spellcasting as part of general education. It's not a unique path, but it's rare outside of dedicated athletes.

In the end, while it has somewhat altered the course of her life, she doesn't let it bug her much. If everyone else is casting spells, great, she doesn't need to. In the meantime, she's learned to do things in ways that they can't, so she can help them!

Mmm, now this looks fun.


What request for help would your character never be able to turn down?


I could never turn down someone looking for honest work. What's the point in being wealthy if I'm not going to help those in need?

I am not sure if I'm doing this right

The most embarrassing thing to ever happen in her seemingly boring life. She was in high school, a spryly 17-year-old. With a goofy group of outcasts and book nerds that numbered four as her friends. She knew her stomach was in knots when she wore a sundress to school on this foggy spring morning. She'd been up all night with some food poisoning, at least that's what she hopped it was. In and out. In and out. The bathroom door didn't stay closed for more than thirty minutes at a time until sleep took over.

She was in math class, wearing that cute pink dress. A burly older female teacher was droning on about cosigns and tangents in front of the class. She felt the gas bubbling in her stomach. She'd already been to the bathroom twice this period. She knew she wasn't going to get to go again. She tried to keep a straight face and prayed as she leaned away from the discomfort, a puff of gas escaped her backside, silently, thank goodness. The next moment though her face turned to disgust and horror. Warm excrement, squelched as it freely left her body, she clenched to stop it to no avail. When the class started to look around, pinching their noses and grimacing she knew she was done for. She ran from the room and stayed in the bathroom the rest of the period. Calling her mom for a change of clothes and begging to go home.

(Hmmm)

1. What's something that never fails to turn your character into a pile of emotional goo?

"My parents, to see them again, it would be destructive.
I'm not even sure if I'd be happy."
She crosses her arms contemplating what she'd actually do.

"I haven't really given it too much thought because the mind can then amplify it and it gets unhealthy. So my answer to the first question is No.

Have I come close? Hmm... I did run to stop a ball from rolling into the street when Jane and I were playing in the park when we were seven. Of course, I tripped and almost fell into the street myself. There was a bus coming and it wouldn't be able to stop in time if I had fallen into the street. It did scare me thinking about it after the fact. I was glad they put a fence up along the sidewalk at the park when I was thirteen."

Question: What request for help would your character never be able to turn down?
They aren't likely to turn down many requests for help anyway, unless it seemed really sketchy or dangerous. They are generally a good person and will do what they can to help others. But if the request is something to do with research, especially about one of Yuki's interests, they'd be especially happy to help.

What a fun exercise. Let's see where this dice roll takes me~

Let's see here..

EDIT:
Oh damn-

19. Does your character have any superstitions? Do they believe in luck, fate, karma, or anything else?

I do believe in these things. Especially recently I flew to New York City from Seattle for a job interview. The interviewer was a no-show, but I don't have the chance to think it was a wasted trip. I went and ordered a coffee at a coffee shop and who walks in the door? Only my bestie Taylor Adams from my jr-high and high school days. We lot touch after graduation so it was fate that brought us together!

Ooh, this looks like it could be very interesting! Okay, let's see what I get....

How does your character deal with call centres/retail/general customer service? Do they get into shouting matches when things go wrong? If so... do they feel bad afterwards? Definitely not inspired by my current day at work 🤔

Okay, so going in order:

Lexi: Lexi's an impatient thing; she'd be tapping her foot, looking at her watch, and generally being a typical store nuisance. Not so much as to go full on Karen at a call center/retail/customer service center, but just enough for the employees to want to quickly deal with her so they can go on with their lives. Yes, she will get into a shouting match on occasion if she's really annoyed at retail, but she will feel very bad afterwards.

Creatia: She's a lot more patient and gracious than her commander/lover Lexi, and is willing to wait to get what she needs from a store. If things go wrong, she's typically unwilling to get into shouting matches because she likes to avoid conflict as much as possible.

Maxwell: Is a Karen, but in a very subdued way. He will calmly ask for a manager if things go wrong, but otherwise is typically understanding of people's plight and is overall willing to give employees a chance to do their job... Unless they're incompetent. Then he's not that understanding. Is he willing to get into a shouting match with an employee, though? Not really, he's not the type to shout. Ruins his reputation, you see.

2. What request for help would your character never be able to turn down?

"I usually try and help whenever I can. I think one I could never turn down would be helping a woman out of a bad domestic situation."

19. Does your character have any superstitions? Do they believe in luck, fate, karma, or anything else?

"Perhaps..." He chimes with a mischievous grin, gaze turned upward in feigned innocence. "There's always something messing with us...like demons..." His grin grows just before he chuckles and rocks back into a black, leather chair. Both feet are flung over an arm as he melts over the seat, tail flowing to the floor like a boa. A hand rests against his jaw as his eyes harden with a serious light.

"The unambitious will never win clinging to their charms. We must give our lives the makeover they deserve and fashion our own luck!" A hand is raised with dramatic flair, motioning to some unseen dream. When the dream clears, he brings his hand back down to rest on his chest. "But Karma I dread to deny. The irony in her timeful judgements! ...Beautiful..."

Last time joot cried was this morning, when he accidentally stubbed his toe and required an hour long comfort session from a friend.
Joot is however pretty accepting of his emotions, as his lands culture is pretty accepting of them despite being medieval

What will the dice give this guy?

1. What's something that never fails to turn your character into a pile of emotional goo?


Callius sits back in his seat and sighs as he rubs his temple. He lets out a chuckle then looks up. "By the Bahamut...Others turn to goo before me. Not the other way around"

(In addition to the cat, he is rather solid emotionally. While he'd never turn to "goo" he can get fired up with real threats or a good challenge.)

16. It's been a nightmare of a day. Everything has been going wrong, and your character is on their last thread of patience. But, after a long day, they're finally back home and eager to unwind. Just as they get to their front door, somebody runs up to them and begins to beg for their help. Your character is apparently the only one who can save the universe, but they have to start now. What is your character's reaction? And what attribute do they have that means they're the only one who can do it?

Depends on the time…

New moon: "Universe ain't worth saving." Vince muttered, as he puts his flat hand on the face of the unfortunate person begging them for help, giving them a little push to shove them aside. "Go away!"
A moment later, the door swings shut behind him and the sound of a door chain latching shut could be heard.
"Come back tomorrow, if the universe is still standing." Vince's voice was muffled by the door and barely audible. Right now his bed also needed saving, as it had to bear the brunt of his fall.


Normal day: Vince smiled. "Does rescuing the world require paperwork? If yes, we're doomed, if not, I'm in, just let me get my bass guitar and my jacket." He stopped as he opened up the door to his own, chaotic flat. "I hope this s an excuse to rip something or someone apart! Especially if the evil overlord reminds me of my boss! I had a bad day at work, and I need to unwind!"

Full moon: A very non-human Vince, half wolf, half human, half beast, full bad at math stopped as it was approached. He tilted his head at the creature that dared to speak to him, making an almost dog-like confused sound.
After a moment, his mind had unscrambled the request. He patted the head of the poor person making the request, careful to only use the back of his hand as the non-retractable claws could easily cut something off by accident..
Then he stepped back and extended his wicked claws. They gleamed in the light of the full moon, and the wolf roared to the heavens above, as ready to go as he would ever be. Someone just needed to point him in the right direction!

Let us see....

EDIT:

Oooh nat 20.

20. Does your character fear death? Have they ever come close? How did it impact them? If none of this applies, what do they fear the most, and how does this impact them?

This one is a good one, as Aynia is a celestial harbinger of death. Her true celestial form has never 'died', and she isn't sure that her being can even die at all. She has experienced death many times over, however.

Aynia's life cycle is a little odd, in that she needs a host to interact with the material world. She can steal someone, or she can get them to offer themselves willingly, or if need be someone... freshly in the afterlife will do. She has the ability to inhabit living things, but it's easiest for her when she has a willing host to use as a material form. When Aynia 'dies', it means that her host form is destroyed beyond repair and she is sucked back into her home realm and must venture back out into the material world and find a new host. Unfortunately for her it also tanks her abilities until she is able to regain strength and it can take quite some time for her to return to full power, as it were.

another edit:

She does not really fear death, but she does have reservations about having to regain herself over and over and would really prefer not to die. Psychologically, Aynia is pretty hardened to death and sees it as a natural part of existence. She doesn't always understand mortals fear of dying as it is her ultimate job to ferry them to the 'old family farm up the way', if you know what I mean.

And for the new guy.... >

7. Let's hear about a really embarrassing moment for your character 👀 And make sure to pull no punches; let's hear all the details!


"Wait...wait...why this one? Don't give me this question..."

The sand-colored fluff ball whimpers as he looks up with puppy eyes, ears drooping to his shoulders. Without any sign of mercy, he finally sighs and plops onto his rear.

"Fiiiiiiiine....I'll share..."

He rocks back to rest on his hands and stares at the sky, gaze looking ever further into the abyss. When one might think he would never answer, he looks back down with a start.

"I'm friends with a very smart lady...uhhhh...I think she called herself a...sai-en-tist...anyway! For some reason she likes testing things on me and poking me with these dreadful needles. One time, I decided she wasn't going to do it again so I ran and she chased me through the entire lab and fortress! I was getting tired and needed to hide in a place she couldn't get me! There was a bahamut statue nearby that I climbed and hoped to wedge into the back of it's throat but....I got stuck...She found me, asked the statue if I was delishous, then...stuck me in my rear..."

Tears build in his eyes as he shifts and rubs his bum.

"She needs to know what's she's stabbing others with...but I was stuck stuck. Even she couldn't get me out. My butt sat on display in the mouth of her god for many hours...for all to see...as she tested more on me, saying it was to help. I know better! The last stab turned me into a delicious basalander....food of all things!! But...I was able to escape finally."

Miele acknowledges his emotions, but tries to stifle them, especially in-front of coworkers or family, since they are passionate about the acting career, and Miele..not so much. Miele would only talk about these emotions to someone that is both not in the acting business and someone he trusted, or his pet dog, Bread Loaf.

Drinking. But not what you're thinking about, Revenant is above everybody else, he doesn't drink alcohol. At least nothing high grade. He has an almost compulsive obsession with every kind of exotic, mostly non-alcoholic drink you can or can't imagine. Boring as it is, his favorite sort is tea. From whatever sort he can buy or brew himself. He never admits it to anybody, but one of the quirks of having a cybernetic body is getting to drink brews of every sort of poisonous plant, mushrooms and what you will and living to tell the tale. It's a past time of him, of sorts, and sometimes, Revenant can go entire weeks without putting an ounce of water down his throat, only tea and other funny drinks. Low grade bears are his second favorite, but the stuff the puts in his mouth can barely be labeled as beer. Specially when he has to brew it himself, too.

God, I had to come up with this crap on the fly, somebody help me.