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I have taken a great liking to Fumiko, as she's the biggest project I've done in a while, and one of my more unique characters. I'm very proud of her, because it took a long time to manage to get out of the funk for a bit and put on of my ideas to work, with her being the one chosen (Thanks to Jaws for helping inspire me )

"Hmmmm... My biggest failure, you say? That's a difficult one, because as a mechanic and engineer, I try not to look at things as failure. It's just a reason to go back, double check your work, and maybe rerun some calculations. I find that view things as failures can instill a sense of hopelessness, as it often takes a few tries, and if you view each unsuccessful attempt as a failure, it seems to become hopeless. I mean, look at my amber cores, and other cores(haven't been added yet), those took a while to figure out how to cut them properly to harness the stored Cursed energy. And my Sparking Gauntlets, those took even longer because I had to figure out the right amount of cursed energy to overflow the systems, allowing the processors to work at the speed needed to time the release of energy for a black flash. That took months of trial and error.

(For this guy...His profile in desperate need of redo.)

"Sadness!?" He chimes with a cheeky grin. "Where am I going to find such a dreadful feeling? I have jewels, fame, the life others dream Of!"

With each word, his hands move with grace as if they held everything he spoke of. He finally leans over a counter and rests his head on the back of his hands, grin turned to a sly smirk.

"The only sadness I see is on those desiring this life"

(In contrast, Rhith hates showing others his pain and is especially leary of who gets to see him in such a state. His greatest source of sadness stems from when he was only 4 years old. His mother was running, trying to keep him safe but was forced to hide him. Before she could get out of his view, her hunters caught up to her and brutally murdered her. He witnessed it all and to this day he's still haunted by the event. He becomes unresponsive and melancholic during rain and storms, sometimes even sitting in the rain without care of how soaked he gets as the memories flood back.)

Let's see what fortune has in store...

4, biggest guilty pleasure.

I'm not sure if Liqui has much in the way of guilty pleasures, she's pretty honest and open about what she enjoys. As a goddess who has entertainment and emotion as part of her domains and who is an extremely public figure in her people's culture she neither has much to hide or much room to hide it.

If anything, it might weirdly be making friends. Sure, she's gregarious, friendly, easy to get along with, and charismatic, but most of the time it's almost professional since being there for people is literally part of her job. Having people who she gets along with and to whom she feels a more personal commitment rather than just doing it because that's what she does is a rare thing for her, and might be something she has a hard time openly admitting to. That's an interesting one!

(Rolling that dice first 🫣)

(Oops – this got posted seperate on accident. Was writing on mobile, sorry! 😭)

"Oh geez, where do I even start?" Aris made a 'tsk' sound and shook her head. "I guess... the least morbid and not so mundane could work."

She let out a grumble.

With being a mutant and a unwilling participant in multiverse hopping nonsense cus of her brain buddy livjng rent free in her head (literally)... there were more fully intact skeletons than small harmless bones in her closet to choose from. She just needed a moment to decide on which one to dig out.

Once she finally decided on one, she raised a finger up and made a 'ah!' sound.

"Ok so whenever I got into fights in high school... and anytime I go out on my nightly walks around the cities... I always make sure to take a trophy with me."

"It can be hair accessories, break a piece off on jewelry, buttons from clothing, and then my most prized possession... a DS stylus. I always lose those blasted things, so that was really nice, honestly."

Aris then crossed her arms and let out a huff.

"I may be bit of a petty thief, but I only really take small things that the other person could easily replace... Most of the time." She shrugged her shoulders before continuing on, "anyways I keep a jewelry box with all my prizes. I like to look at them and go down memory lane sometimes."

Rolled a 7 - Reason to get up in the morning?

"Well, looking at it in a practical way, it means I didn't wake up dead. But really, a new day is inspiring to me as one never knows how it will go. I am excited and sacred at the same time. But the big reason for getting up in the morning is to have that first freshly brewed cup of coffee."

And for this guy...

Fear

The lanky giant lifts his head, eyes as empty as the void. Both ears swiveled as he glanced about the eerie forest he called home. "Fear? What would I...oh..."

He gets to his feet with a sigh and strides for the forest edge. The trees soon clear to reveal a park with many furs playing or just enjoying the scenery. Most get up and leave before he has a chance to say hi, unease or fear on all their faces. A rare few remain, some smiling at him but as he reaches to them, they take the form of a wisp and float to his hand.

"Being trapped in this living death..."

He gently rubs the soul with a trembling thumb. A soft smile shows despite his mournful expression.

"The delights the living share...they run from me. I fear never getting the chance to experience what life is like...besides having a body..."

Crap I mess up the dice roll part

What's Nina's Biggest... Guilty pleasure?

"Oh gee... I know this may sound weird, but... exercise. I enjoy my morning walk/runs, and like to belly dance. That last thing I'm probably more guilty about as I spend a lot of money on costumes, even if I hardly ever perform publicly."

5. Source of sadness?

"Well, I'm not easily to get sad." Karin scratched her chin to think about her source of sadness. "But the biggest hit on my life was because one of my team member getting killed and she was the source of our happiness. Losing her means that we lost our little sun..." Karin's face turned grim and decided that she couldn't continue it anymore.

Biggest... Source of Sadness?


Oh boy, strap in. It will have to be me, Spider, who tells you about it, because Seth certainly won't. He keeps that under lock and key at all times. You have to be pretty darn close to him for him to willingly tell you.

Seth and Serah are twins. When they were younger, Serah nearly died. Family means a lot to Seth and he was, and is, willing to do anything if it meant keeping them safe. But, being a child, he was largely powerless to do anything. He begged and prayed for some way, some miracle to keep Serah alive. And being as they live in a magical world, Seth was able to accept and fuse Serah's soul with his own - though, not on purpose. For all he knew, Serah died that day, and he and his younger brother, Alex, thought they had lost her for a couple of years until she and Seth one day switched places. Seth was overjoyed that his twin was still alive within him! Though the loss still vaguely haunts him, it's not his greatest source of sadness...

During the time that Serah couldn't be around, Alex and Seth became each other's stability. They relied on each other more than they ever had through further life struggles. But as long as they had each other, they would find whatever strength was necessary to deal with life.
Well... unfortunately, that wasn't set to last. Alex gained a stalker some years later, a man famous in the underworld for the grim services he provided. This man murdered dear young Alex, and though Seth and the impending police presence managed to force the man to scram, the damage was done and Alex died in Seth's arms.

Seth has never recovered. Alex, his rock after the loss of Serah, being so brutally killed in front of him, quickly made him suicidal. He had nothing left. Nothing except Serah. But even that was a dark silver lining, for they couldn't speak to each other. But just knowing that she was literally only alive now because Seth was gave him the minuscule strength needed to keep going. He couldn't do that to her.

Now, instead of doing nothing, he decided to seek vengeful closure and go after the man whose face was now burned into his mind.

And kill him himself.

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As for Serah, Alex's death haunts her greatly, too. But the greatest thing that cripples her is being forced to inhabit a body that isn't her own. Forced to watch and do nothing while the world goes by. Growing up in a masculine body did such a great number on her self-esteem that, even when she might have a body of her own and still be ecstatic about it, she's constantly troubled by the thoughts that her body isn't good enough.

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"Hmm?"

5. Source of sadness?

"Oh, now that is tough. ... I think, the biggest source of sadness to me, would be seeing a child cry.
Especially if they have lost their parents. It's so sad. Their helpless look. It gets to me. I must help!!"

"Source of anger?" He asked. "The Magician race. They deserve to be purged from this world. Their very existence goes against the perfection we strive for in the empire."

"Failure?"

Karin deeply sighed at her attemp to recall her past memories. "The death of my member, Nenechi. The loss of my right-hand, Satoshi. The injured Black Lotus' member during our fights with the Yakuzas called themselves as "Big Four". They were also taken hostage one of my youngest member, Aro. I fought them alongside Hinata and even though we won it, the loss of significance members, the injuries of the rest to bear made me realize.... I wasn't a good leader. I can't even protect my own members. I can't even prevent the death of my members. Satoshi... Nenechi... I am truly sorry... I wasn't strong enough to protect both of you. It was my biggest failure in my life because I cerished Black Lotus members as my own family."

Secret

She shut the door behind herself, muffling the sounds of a megacity busting with activities, of her daily ultra-busy routine, of the Clan, of errands and chores.

Here, in the quiet penumbra of her artistic studio, adjoining her room, her sancta sanctotum where no one but her close kin could set foot uninvited, she ws just Cris, and there were no masks to conceal the shadows under her eyes and the wistful glance which she threw, almost out of habit, to a framed holo-picture that stood over an old violin which had rested until very recently at the head of her bed. It had been a long time before she could finally bear to shelf it - the instrument her late husband, the father of her children, had once played for her, when they were young, when they were in love.

She hadn't fully accepted that he might no longer be of the living. Some things... she could not even think about. But she had accepted, at last, that whether he still lived or not, she wouldn't see him again.

Except when she looked at that photo, which pictured herself - laughing, with little Chiara's arms around her neck and the infant Reyn still a bundle in her arms - next to a tall, lanky fox-man with silver-grey fur, black markings, red eyes, and a plume of deep electric-blue hair. He looked so much like an older, taller version of Reyn they might have passed for siblings more than father and son, a resemblance she had no doubt would become more and more pronounced as her little boy grew. But the world was not to know; for the world, having the children look like anthro foxes had been her idea, just the product of genetic engineering, a mother's whim done because it was possible. Some had even mouthed that it was a careless and selfish thing to wish on one's own children to look like animals. She was ready to shoulder even that recrimination, like she had taken many a blame over the years.

The only photo where he wasn't wearing his mask that she had dared have holo-printed in a little backwater town where no one knew them by name or reputation, nor could have tracked them. A photo that no one else would get to see.

Because his appearance, his nature, and all that had been Roscuro, her Shadow, the father of her children, was her secret to keep; and even if their love had wilted away, his secret she'd carry with her to the grave.

(For you again...)



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(For you again...)



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Rogue Bahamut (Nervous)
(Will add after sleep)


Dark Bahamut (Bold)

A purple glow illuminated the crumbling stone before the silver when he opened his eyes. Night had swallowed the area beyond yet images and ancient writings greeted him as he glanced about, revealing their stories which had been split and scattered about the temple...or that's what Skeith had said it was.

Pale bones reached out from piles of rubble. Bodies recently mangled lay where they had fallen, painting stone and bone alike in crimson. Most would avoid such a place due to the 'ghosts' lingering but to Blacklight, there was a comfort here he couldn't find anywhere else.

A fire rushed into his soul the moment he dared to express the peace with a sigh, causing his body to tense. "...Yeah, yeah..." He grumbles before rising to his feet. "Can't get too comfortable..."

Even in the dark, his fur shimmered as he turned and strode towards the exit. A few stray stones were kicked aside, filling the place with their echoing clacks. Stars soon replace the canopy of stone and he stops, turning his muzzle skyward. "...We've only begun..." A second voice like a galactic song chimed alongside his own. "...Change..."

okkk

"What will I get?"

8. Biggest Achievement?
"Hmm, I guess mine would be a successful transition into the throne.
My peoples admiration and loyalty despite my hybrid nature in contrast to my mother and father as rulers."
Thinking to the challenges he faced while trying to walk in his fathers footsteps, and then his mothers.
While trying to balance the idea of power at such a young age, not allowing it to consume him.