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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, MIREN FLORES. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: xel age: 31 pronouns: they/them ooc contact: chiliadaI (capital i at the end) on twitter other characters in xc: elysia flores (oc) & jacinto flores (oc)

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Miren Flores age: 15 pronouns: She/They series: Original canon point: Start of Flower Fighters app triggers: death of a parent, mentions of bullying.

personality:

Miren has always been someone who marches to the tune of her own drum, having no concern how the world or others view her. She learned how to be independent from a young age, making them a bit more prone to doing things on her own. She’s also a bit wild, with trouble somehow always finding and following her around. She takes it as it comes and when push comes to shove, she punches it back. She’s always quick to get onto something, bring up something that sounds off, or poke and prod at people. On top of that, she’s a bit rude and can be a bit childish if she feels like someone is talking down to her or she doesn't like the other person.

More heavily negative aspects of her is that she is prone to fits of anger, often having no trouble ensuring violence means to get her aggression out. She has a sarcastic side to hide or cover up her feelings and is quick to push aside concerns. It’s easy for her to not feel bad if she makes someone feel bad or cry, as she relies on being extremely brutal as some teenagers tend to be.

Despite that, she does show a softer side to those she finds as friends or people she respects. She’s quick to help out and do whatever, even admitting to being wrong or apologizing for actions that may have hurt them.

something your muse struggles with: Sometimes too reckless. Sorry, she’s a teen.

your muse’s greatest strength: An astounding amount of courage; Miren will always stand up and keep pushing forward, doing the right thing. Even in the face of impossible odds, she never loses herself.

history / background:

Once upon a time, Miren was blessed by the last goddess, giving the breath of life back to her when she should have died. She was meant to be the anchor to keep her father from losing all sense of himself. The last chance they had at fixing this whole mess of Resets, of changing the future, to even have a future. Thus, as her father held her after her mother died, silent and not breathing, did she let out a loud wail. Though neither her father nor the person who came to help him could see it, the goddess smiled.

Years passed and when Miren was around five years old, her father would take her somewhere and she wound up reunited with her aunt, whom she never knew she even had. For all of her life, she just thought it was her father and the friends he had. A lot of things happened to her during this time. Learning more about what her father had kept hidden from her, meeting someone who had a piece of her mom’s soul, being captured, finding her father dead. The tears and anguish came and it hurt, it hurt so bad.

Taken in by her aunt, Miren continued on for the next five years, sullen and moody. It wasn’t until she took notice of a boarding school near the metropolis of Aurum. Magictech was all the craze now, after her Uncle took over. Still, she wanted to go, desperately. She couldn’t blame her aunt, but she was moving on, she was having a new life. Miren couldn’t stand to be around the baby, her little cousins, everything…

When she arrived at the boarding school, it was a rough time. Something about Miren stuck out and when the bullying began, she pushed back. Her father might not have taught her how to fight, but she learned never to take bullshit. Of course she threw the first punch and so began her long history of being the troublemaker at the school. A lot of bullying ensued but Miren fought back with so much spirit, nothing could really keep her down.

Around fourteen, she got a new roommate and made an actual friend within the music department, the three becoming the start of what later would be known as the Flower Fighters. It’s been two years, but she has her own family whom she’d do anything for.

powers / abilities:

Creation magic. Miren was born with the ability to create things from her imagination though they will always come in a light/dark aspect. Because it creates from nothing, it’s required she understands fundamentally how the object works/is created. If she does not, she will simply fail to create anything. She is not good at this and loathes it but uses it as needed in her day to day life. She can do the following:

Can create nothing bigger than 5 feet in height and width and circumference.

These creations can only last for a few minutes.

Trying to create multiple items requires intense focus and often can fail, shattering them instantly.

The easiest and most common thing she does is make a little night light or use darkness as a shade during hot sunny days.

However, Miren also has access to Soul Magic. While originally and still very much conceived as an evil and costly magic, it is in fact, a very powerful magic that the gods and goddesses were terrified of (as it was the only magic that can do them harm). Thanks to her past interactions with Soul Magic user, Miren learned how to use it. Her abilities at this stage are as follows:

She can generally read moods/thoughts based on a glance at will. Her eyes glow softly when she does this. It’s always a brief overview, the current thought, but she can dig deeper at the risk of being caught/getting a headache.

She’s aware if people have had past lives/previous incarnations of sorts. They’re just vague souly aspects, like shadows, that linger around the person.

Can, if pushed, use her soul magic to mess with people’s memories. It’s only ever vague and in the moment, but she has used it before to nearly completely alter someone’s memories. It’s costly and she can feel vague aches and pains from doing it too much.

On a lighter note, she has a way to project the images in her mind, making her capable of great storytelling or passing of information! She often uses this to trick people by spooking them.

Generally speaking, she’s still studying so her abilities with soul magic can and will grow as she experiences life and learns to control it.

inherent abilities: She’s a pretty normal teenager, you could push her down if you want.

items / weapons: N/A

starting ability: Soul Magic

starting item: N/A

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: Yes!

extra: Baby is no longer baby!

discord id: flowerfighter.xc

#xc application #mun: xel #exo cosmia

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xaracosmia · 2 days

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, NANAMI. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Valkyrie age: 23 pronouns: she/her ooc contact: @Eins_wing on Twitter/ @annoyingflyinthing on Tumblr triggers: other characters in xc: N/A

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: “Nanami” age: Unclear, approximately 22ish pronouns: she/her series: Punishing Gray Raven canon point: Post “The Surviving Lucem” app triggers: Death of Self, Apocalyptic setting, Viruses, Religious undertones

personality: If Chaos was ever given a succinct definition it would be Nanami. An intensely curious sort, Nanami will stop at nothing to learn every little thing she can about humans and their culture. She also has very little understanding of those human social norms, owing to her isolation from human settlements for the better part of a decade. She’s also liable to make friends with nearly everything and anyone who can deal with her antics, sometimes unwillingly worming into their good graces.

something your muse struggles with: Knowing when to stop being a chaotic gremlin.

your muse’s greatest strength: The will to face life and many many futures and choose to keep going until her favorite creatures and her fellow Awakened machines can live in harmony.

history / background:

Before the Punishing Virus, Nanami was an experiment in AI research, a mechanoid with close to human level intelligence was inserted into a “normal” life. Given the tools to slowly gain her own consciousness and awareness and left to develop. For years, she didn’t even know she was an AI, believing her parents utterly.until she was wounded by an attack by corrupted. Wandering the streets with exposed circuitry, she was mistaken for a corrupted herself, even as she desperately tried to protect her evacuating family.

When the dust settled, Nanami found herself alone on Earth. Promising her adoptive family she’d remain safe, she began wandering the desolate wasteland that was once humanity’s home with a new perspective on life. Not as a machine, nor a human… Something else entirely. From here, she gained an appreciation for human culture, often “borrowing” leftover media that wasn’t taken in the great evacuation. Finding many strange mechanoids much like herself in the ruins of the Golden Age.

She began occasionally meeting Babylonian squads in her travels, mostly interfering to save these other strange machines, unintentionally managing to get a name for herself amongst them all “Sagemachina.” Messiah of the Church of Machina or the Fool, depending on who you ask. She wandered the globe, awakening more and more machines to their own minds, amassing a religion she’s utterly unaware of beyond having so many “friends”.

She’s even lucky enough to be able to call the Gray Raven squad friends, intervening when the Red Tide grew too much for Babylonia to handle. She wasn’t much help on the grand scheme of things, but Nanami and her various mechanoid friends managed to save a surprisingly large number of humans from the approaching Punishing Virus and Red Tide.

powers / abilities:

Sagemachina - As the Sagemachina, the first awakened mechanoid, Nanami has the ability to awaken other machines via murals and direct interfacing. This will grant the machine intelligence and outright sentience if they’ve got a powerful enough CPU, these Awakened Machines tend to follow Nanami, rapidly organizing as her “friends” or the Church of Machina.

inherent abilities:

Construct - Nanami is a construct, a humanoid machine built from Tanteum-125. This grants her the basic abilities of increased strength, reflexes and durability when compared to a human as well as an entirely mechanical body. MAking healing more a matter of repairing her various parts.

Mechanical Savant - She’s also the only character in the setting who was able to create her own Construct frame from scratch, even working with the very little supplies left on earth’s surface. If it was needed, Nanami could easily build herself more frames or even frames for other people. Though actually moving someone into a construct body would require someone medically trained as a surgeon. In addition, she’s interested in various mecha ideas and has been working on a plan for a mini mecha of her own named “Power.”

items / weapons:

Frame “Pulse” - The Construct frame “Pulse”, is an improvement on her original frame, now with wheels at her heels and the ability to overclock herself to use the heat she generates as a weapon. As with most construct frames, it’s much stronger and more durable than the average human, with extra attention paid to the durability, as repairing this frame would take away time to find more friends. Also to play even more games at once, but Nanami won’t tell anyone else that.

Chainsaw - Nanami’s weapon of choice is a chainsaw. Specifically, a hydraulic saw with various accelerating chains. Various special chemicals and reagents along the blade aid in her use of fire by easing it’s spread. Also, it can explode. Because Nanami thought it would be cool to have an exploding chainsaw.

starting ability: Sagemachina

starting item: Frame “Pulse”

discord id: .sagemachina

#xc application #mun: valkyrie #exo cosmia

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xaracosmia · 2 days

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, BAPTISTE VASILIS. 🌓

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: lucian / lusala age: 23 pronouns: any pronouns other characters in xc: n/a

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Baptiste Ambrose Cyprian Vasilis age: 30s pronouns: he/him series: N/A canon point: N/A app triggers: child abuse & grooming, (verbal) domestic abuse, mentions of unhealthy love + self harm (irt to his power), discussion of mental illness, implied substance abuse, eye trauma, ableism (towards him), implied political assassination, implied suicide attempt/ideation

personality:

Baptiste likes to be someone that people look up to. He is charming, patient, kind to children & animals, considerate. A family man who’ll carry chairs for your mother, the type of person that people cite as an example: this is a good one. He’s different. He does believe that he’s different, something better than other people; but mostly in the way that great men are destined to fall to elevate others.

The truth is that his words don’t mean much. Words are a mean to an end. Once a politician with lofty goals of a kinder future for all, now jaded & left with ideals that were pushed onto him.

Tying into all of those personality quirks and making them worse is his upbringing. Being told near constantly that he is different from others and it's important that he remembers that as the “medium” in his father’s cult, he sometimes forgets that he is not more than Tetran. This manifests into a different, haughty kind of narcissism and fuels his negative traits even more, since he believes in everything he does as right (and if it isn’t, surely it must be done for the greater good anyway). Basically, he is cheery and warm on the outside, and unnecessarily convoluted on the inside, and he won’t trust anyone else to help him fix it.

His entire life has been controlled by the whims of people more powerful than him— and when he attempted to take it back, was humiliated and ruined appropriately, without any relief allowed to him. So yes, he is bitter and desperate on the inside, eager for any type of kindness or relief while at the same time being revulsed by it. He’s a very complex man.

something your muse struggles with: Paranoia & ennui— he has this inherent belief that because of his separation from other people, it is impossible to be loved or seen in a real way. His connection with other people is severely lowered. Also his pride.

your muse’s greatest strength: His sense of justice? Am I crazy I don’t think he has any strengths. Um.

history / background:

Baptiste’s story began long before he was even a concept, starting in a dimly-lit ballroom at midnight.

Ever since he could begin to remember, his mind would be filled with stories of a magnificent ballroom with the loveliest sounds one could ever hear. Every dancer was perfectly in sync with the music, moving in a way that forced even the rhythm of your heartbeat to change. A party so grand and magnificent it can only be held once every 2 years. The poor, the rich and the ugly would unite under masks both literal and non literal. It was the only release that the city of Syntaxis could have, and no one who was able would dare miss it.

His mother tells him of how she slipped away from her father’s side, venturing off into the parts of the party that she was forbidden to go to. That’s where she meets him, a man about the same age as her and a hooked smile. There was something about him, she’d lament, something that she couldn’t resist. Perhaps it was because she was naive but curious, and he was mysterious yet always out of her grasp. Her father doesn’t approve of her curiosity until he learns of his wealthy heritage, making him considerably less rigid in the amount of time they could spend together.

The relationship advanced quickly and excitingly. She’s never felt more alive than when her head was on his chest, whether it was when they were riding through the city or if they were in bed together. It was a perfect, rose-tinted era full of nothing but fun and blooming flowers. It wasn’t long before it was the 2nd year of renewing their wedding vows, a young child sleeping in the room next to them, and their own estate.

Aristaeus could not keep his gaze on any of his family. He could only focus on his newborn blessed with black sclera like his mother’s. Baptiste has known expectations from since he’s been born, expected to achieve more than any other child should at his young age. His powers are weak, and very slowly, the disappointment in having a “blessed” but useless child drives him away from ever looking at them again. The family continues to live with Aristaeus, even if their relationship is estranged, and he benefits from a nice house and being sent to good schools; while the only people that have ever been nice to him were his mother and sister.

Later in his childhood, a tear in both of his retinas resulted in lost eyesight. This frustrated his father and he began to ignore Baptiste even more. It’s only after he has his blindness “solved” later on that he begins to warm up to him, because his powers also increased as a result of the treatment. The chronic migraines are a necessary side-effect, he says.

When his mother leaves his father and decides to pursue her own career, he supports her wholeheartedly. When he’s left on his own as his sister leaves to find herself, he supports her wholeheartedly too. He decides to rely on other things, and hopes that the world will lead him to a proper decision eventually. As long as he can look fine, and not strung out and stressed, then it’s fine! That’s his philosophy. Look fine, have others rely on you, but don’t ever show those same innards to others.

Unfortunately, his father wasn’t too happy with his decision to just live unproductively; a bad deal led to him being in-debt, and Baptiste’s ability was a sure-fire way to get himself out of that hole. Through slow coaxing to outright suggesting it, Aristaeus convinces Baptiste to abandon his dream of becoming a doctor and pursue something more in the humanities. When he graduates, he immediately pushes him toward being more involved in the community, which eventually leads to him being pressured to run for Public Advocate of NYC, a position that he wins easily with the use of his power-- even though he’d wanted to win it fairly, he felt pressured to comply to his father’s demands because of him being in total control of his financial situation. One wrong move and Baptiste could find himself stripped of his money and belongings despite being his own adult… There was a burning shame and embarrassment that laid in his chest, but he couldn’t say anything. In the public, he was not Baptiste but Cyrille.

One night, Aristaeus gives Baptiste one more task. And if he does it, he’ll be sorry for having ever doubted him. Phrased in such a way that it promises affection but he can’t be held accountable if he fails; there was no way he could feasibly turn down the task. All he has to do is get the current mayor out of office, and as the next in line for succession, naturally take the position.

A plan begins to form inside of his head. Even outside of his father’s control, he could change things. He could turn NZC, the city of progress and innovation, into a city that actually loves its citizens. Baptiste was beginning to see the plan that the Gods must have surely planned out for him from birth; a ruthless, self-sacrificial plan to completely rip the parasitic roots of capitalism that drained the city of all of its potential virtue. All he has to do is lie, present himself as helpless and totally unknowing, and he could guarantee that he would have their protection. All he has to do is lie. And everyone lies, so it’s fine, since this is for a greater and more holy good.

Being the mayor of the city-state is a very heavy, taxing role. With his constant migraines and tendency to be paranoid, it began to feel herculean-- but if not him, then who? He certainly doesn’t trust anyone else to do it. His father offers him certain prescriptions that “all of the good Mayors use”, and while he is hesitant to rely on them, figures that he doesn’t have a choice in the end either way. They keep him focused and keeps the headaches at bay, so of course, his father doesn’t really care about any other potential side effects...

He serves to the end of his term, but he does not win the next election. Not with the way they pull the strings, threaten him & his family, and sabotage his campaign. Cyrille has been thoroughly humiliated, and he leaves NZC shortly after to a lesser city, far away.

Cyrille has to die. But the Gods won’t let him, so he only kills the name instead. All that’s left was Baptiste, making a new life in the city of Dyre Straits, all against his will.

He opens a business, a cabaret club, changes his hair and keeps a lower profile…but something in him could not turn away from the injustice there as well. Even if he could not combat this politically, he decides he will take a more hands-on approach, under the guise of night. And when he isn’t doing that, he’ll fall deeper into his vices.

powers / abilities:

Baptiste was born with the ability to influence people's feelings on him to a positive degree. This power was initially very weak, but was enhanced to a great degree after a certain surgery (and also stronger with his religious beliefs).

PASSIVE: People are more inclined to like Baptiste. This isn't a very strong aura at all, and people are able to dislike him regardless of it. The most it does is give people a good impression of him, and also makes them a little more willing to forgive him if he says something weird. He can't turn this off but it can be ignored.

ACTIVE: The active part of this ability allows him to psychically manipulate their feelings towards him. He can only manipulate their feelings into loving him (romantically or platonically) and nothing else. He can do this from afar, but he has to have that exact person with their name in mind. He can also manipulate people's feelings for eachother, often using it to clear the tension in a room.

When the ability is broken, the affected user takes mental damage. This can be broken by them refusing to do something he told them to do (whether it be because they physically can't or break the illusion themselves). If he breaks it off himself, they suffer no damage.

Depending on how intense the afflicted love is, this mental damage can prove to be fairly dangerous to both the affected person AND Baptiste. Using it for too long can turn the love into an obsessive infatuation, which may cause the victim to attempt to physically hurt him or themselves.

inherent abilities:

Tetran Physiology: Baptiste is Tetran, meaning his physiology is inherently different from a human’s physiology. The planet of Tetra has extremely harsh conditions, and the Tetran body has naturally evolved to handle those harsh conditions, making them much more able to handle extreme temperatures. They also naturally have much higher strength, stamina and endurance in comparison to humans. The 4 hearts of a Tetran support this and allow them to last longer, provided they have fuel to keep them going. He’s able to flip a car on its side fairly easily.

Prehensile Tail: His tail was strengthened enough to be abl to support his wait and pick things up easily.

items / weapons:

Dennis [Service Animal]: A cockatoo with a very colorful personality. While Baptiste spoils him silly, Dennis is actually an extremely empathetic service/therapy animal. He’s able to sense emotions before they come to the surface and is trained to help prevent them from surfacing in the first place. Often, while Baptiste won’t show that he’s stressed, the fact that Dennis is preening on top of him or attempting to cuddle may give away how he feels. He is also a very adept speaker, able to repeat phrases or sounds after hearing it once or twice. Unfortunately, he tends to use it for evil… In addition to that he also has a neural link with Baptiste. When in the comfort of his home, his eyes reduce the amount of vision seen to cause less strain. Dennis will help him navigate when this happens.

P365: A micro-compact handgun with .9 mm bullets that's easily concealed. The addition of Tetrite within it makes it so that everything that’s shot with it slowly begins to dissolve.

starting ability: LOVELY EYES [PASSIVE]

starting item: N/A

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: nope

extra:

“im attracted to personality not looks” ok well some of us have a personality disorder

i have like 4 different ocs with different variations of "perfect but not really"... hmm

discord id: incarnadescence

passcode: HI

#xc application #mun: lucian/lusala #nefe cosmia

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xaracosmia · 2 days

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, ARIANE "ARIN" BELMONTE. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: sitri age: 24 pronouns: he/they ooc contact: unsterblichhund on twitter/x other characters in xc: nikon alkaev (oc), add (elsword)

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Ariane “Arin” Belmonte age: 34 pronouns: she/her series: Original Character canon point: N/A app triggers: death, violence, apocalyptic scenarios, sexism/misogyny, parental abuse, mentions of snakes

personality:

Arin’s personality can be separated to two levels: the exterior, and the interior.

The exterior portion of her personality is easy-going, realistic with optimism sprinkled throughout, confidence and a relatively positive outlook. She will make sure that she gives support when she can, and adjusts her approach depending on the mood around her.

Generally, her exterior can be seen as someone who is relaxed, and has had their hope catalyzed into a general positive manner that, though recognizing the negatives, won’t let them overrun and suffocate the positives. She knows when to draw back and give up, and if she feels as if she should keep pushing forward, she will.

She isn’t very nosy, but will do her best to be sociable, interested in the people around her and wanting the best for them.

However, the exterior is just the exterior.

Internally, she is rather tired. She holds guilt over being someone who survives, who doesn’t give up fighting even when others don’t see why they should continue. Just as her hope has been catalyzed, her pain is an ache that makes her hesitant to actually commit to the positivity and happiness around her. It comes with a bittersweet flavor for her, one that she struggles to deal with.

She struggles to care deeply, as part of her is afraid of loss, while another part accepts it fully, knowing it comes part and parcel with life. That people should make the most of their time, but being unable to follow up with it herself.

However, the one thing that remains the same between the two levels is her belief in her own decisions, and her determination to live her life how she defines it.

something your muse struggles with: Arin struggles the most with accepting her own happiness. Though she has accepted and moves forward to live for herself, feeling comfortable in accepting her own happiness regardless of her experiences is something that she can end up floundering in. She presents as positive and relaxed, but she genuinely struggles in accepting that she has survived and in that survival, she can find happiness and be happy.

She feels burdened by her past and the lives lost, knowing that to be happy is an ideal, and what most who have passed would want for her, but she still struggles with accepting this with her full heart. It’s much easier for her to fake it than it is for her to experience it without a bittersweet note.

She also struggles with reconciling her actual feelings with the personality she shows others; she struggles to actually represent herself fully, and how to connect her internal feelings with her external behavior.

your muse’s greatest strength: Arin’s greatest strength is her adaptability and perseverance. Even in the face of despair, she’ll keep going forward, taking hope and pride in what was accomplished, even if it must come to an end. Hand in hand with it is an adaptability to stand up to whatever she faces and adjust how she proceeds in accordance to it.

history / background:

Arin generally regards her childhood with aloofness born from negative experiences. She was born the eldest child to a family of five; her parents, herself, her brother, and her sister. Her parents, seemingly disappointed with her being the first child, had her brother a year after her. Both her and her brother were held to high standards, while there being an emphasis that they had to be smart. They had to be safe. They had to avoid “mistakes” so they could protect themselves.

The high standards were heavier on her than her brother. No matter how she performed, she would be the second best. Her and her brother never competed, and naivety would cause her brother to try to stand up for her; after all, whenever she tried, she would be shut down and punished. Soon, she was also entrusted to help with the chores, her parents citing work. Shouldn’t she help out, since they’re so busy?

Yet, there was an underlying implication with her parents, soon enough. It was never said how, but Arin had failed, somehow. No matter what she did, it wasn’t good enough. She wasn’t showing what her parents wanted to see. She wasn’t giving them the results they wanted. And so, she had failed. She failed.

Though this same attitude was extended to her brother, it had never felt as pervasive with him as it did with her. The judgement felt heavier on her shoulders, with the title of the eldest dangled above her head. With her perceived failures came “punishment”; even at her young age, she could recognize it was just an excuse, nothing more than something to soothe their own guilt. That she should not be getting hit for minor mistakes. Yet, to avoid the same “punishment” being given to her brother, she bore the brunt of it the best she could. Made sure that she was the center of attention when it came to the bad moods that’d lead to frequent punishments.

She started to take on far too much for a child.

As Arin went to school, went through puberty, her parents' attitudes shifted. Suddenly, she was doing too much, and was trying to show off with how hard she was working. Arin couldn’t fathom a worse punishment than any she had already received for the smallest mistakes, so she paid them no mind. In the end, though the standards were never removed, her parents began to distance themselves from her and her brother.

Even though they shared the same space, their parents would insist on them achieving as much as they could, while also insisting that they needed to stop doing so much. That they seemed desperate with how hard they were trying. Yet, their parents didn’t keep the problem isolated to themselves. Their treatment of her continued; she kept the details as isolated as she could from her brother. As the eldest, it was her responsibility to protect the younger siblings. She’d snap and corral their attention, even if it meant her brother was being pushed away from them all slowly.

School was hard. Whatever her parents had decided she did this time, it had spread to the whole school. People wouldn’t give her a second look, and she wondered if it was in part because it was a specific private school her parents had chosen. That there was something going on with that to cause this. She heard it, eventually, when her anger with the situation had peaked and she confronted a group she knew would tell her if she acted out enough.

Delinquent. Destined for nothing. A daughter kept out of pity, for she was too angry and destructive, hiding behind an innocent act. She ignored the burn in her eyes, at the questions of if she was gonna hit them. That's why she would come in with bruises and cuts, because she would pick fights and cause trouble.

Eventually, it became true. The teasing behind her back became too much, and she had enough between everything. No one was surprised about it, to the point where it was just sighed off, the parents shaking their heads. What a shame, because there was promise there. What a shame.

What a shame.

The punishment was worse than normal, and she couldn’t even find a way to lift her spirits when she heard the announcement that her mother was pregnant again, and that they (just her parents, not her or her brother) was going to have a younger sister. It was a cold night.

What a shame, she would hear. What a shame. Her teachers would look at her, and wonder why her looks were wasted on a shameful daughter. Her peers would wonder why she got to have such a nice family when she was so broken. Schoolwork was shot down. Her PE scores were shot down (save that for her brother, her mother had whispered to her one day, hand around her wrist too tight); she was getting too expensive, bemoaned her parents, the tailoring needed for her school uniform being different than the others. It wasn’t standard enough, her figure too uncommon, and they couldn’t afford her looking like she was walking around in sacks of clothing.

By the time one of the new girls at her school reached out to her, she was too tired. Surly and just as much of a delinquent as they were told she was, because she was tired. She refused to give up on showing she had value, that she could achieve; she would prove them wrong. If they said she had a nasty attitude, so be it. If they said she would fight with people who touched her wrong, so be it. So be it.

What a shame, after all.

The new girl was scared, she admitted in a free period, and said what better way to kick that away than sticking around the person people didn’t want to cross? That it wasn’t parents that they were scared of, but the person themselves? It hurt in a way Arin didn’t expect, but she didn’t comment too much on it; the new girl could do what she wanted, she wasn’t going to stop her. But that also meant she agreed to the consequences of doing such a thing.

The new girl had simply shrugged, and figured Arin couldn’t do anything that was truly scary outside of the moment.

What used to be quiet lunches tucked away in a quiet corner turned to one sided conversations by the new girl, sharing new things, and asking questions about studies that went unanswered. Those turned to conversations where questions were asked and answered, where thoughts were hesitantly shared under the shade of the spot. The new girl wasn’t so new, and was a friend. A friend who laughed in the face of danger, who liked to be risky, who didn’t even follow her own words of caution.

Arin reveled in the friendship, clinging to it like a drowning woman. Who didn’t try to imply anything about her just from her appearance or from rumor, who didn’t back down when Arin snapped and even tried to direct the both of them to a better result. That refused to think that her parents were in the right. That the teachers were right. That complimented and celebrated her achievements.

Things got worse for her and her brother as their parents decided to try for another child. The pressures to perform were driven higher and higher, and the insistence on independence was driven into her.

Her sister was born while she was at school, and she only learned after her friend had her parents give her a ride home, and she arrived at a quiet, empty house. Her father told her to cook dinner (show that she still had some use) and to make sure it was clean and ready. It was the first time she was trusted to do something in ages; and it wasn’t with her in mind. (She silently did it, biting back her bitter emotions even as her hands shook.) Her brother had already skipped out to a friend’s for the night, leaving her the only one at home.

They didn’t thank her. They didn’t even tell her when they got home, simply sitting down for dinner and chatting away. Simply acting like it was what they deserved, and that there was nothing else needed. The next morning, her parents notified her that they managed to get her an apartment; it was to teach her how to live on her own. She considered the late night screaming of her newborn sister, how she barely existed to her parents outside of being an attention whore and a failure, yet had to be perfect even if she couldn’t reach their standards.

She agreed, packing up and leaving the house without a glance back.

She kept it silent, refusing to give the school ammunition to talk about. After all, she knew what this was, in essence: being kicked out. They just phrased it kindly, and did it in a way that wouldn’t impact their reputation. It wasn’t safe, and the apartment was only quality to maintain the appearance of her family. She was just 16, the minimum age to be allowed to live on her own, but she would make the most of it.

She was used to loneliness after all. (She later learned her brother had already organized to move in with a friend as soon as he could.)

School progressed, and she refused to listen to the previous demands of her parents; she was no longer in their house, and so she would do what she wanted. She would fulfill her own wants, not try to stifle them so another could feel good about themselves. So she could be used to lift another up. That would no longer be her life; she refused for it to continue to be her life.

School came to a close, and the only contact she had with her family was occasional calls from her brother, with minimum contact with her parents, and none with her younger sister.

Once she was free from school, once she had reached 18, her parents formally announced that they would no longer support her, simply paying for her place until she found a stable enough job. Arin realized what it was: disownment without the paperwork, without anything that could create guilt. She just took it in stride, knowing that it was for the better.

Her friend from school contacted her as soon as the semester ended, discussing future options with her. They both agreed that as soon as they qualified, though they had options, trying out for Canis Venaticorum wouldn’t be a bad idea. They wouldn’t have the power to fight their own issues, but that didn’t mean they were helpless. The existence of Canis Venaticorum proved that with its very existence, didn’t it? With what its employees could do.

She got the acceptance notification a couple weeks after she had worked up the courage to submit her application. As much as the pain inflicted by her parents lingered, she did know one thing; she refused to regret her choices. She didn’t want to be in a position where she regretted what she did-- just what she didn’t do.

Both of them got into Canis Venaticorum, she learned quickly. They refused to take the easy route, either; even if it was painful, they would ensure that, whatever happened, they would be able to follow and protect their own convictions, their own motivations.

It wasn’t easy. Both of them knew that going in. And it wasn’t easy to deal with, either, experiencing the training, hearing the news of a colleague they had just seen the other day had perished. Even though they had signed up together, their time and paths were diverging as the days progressed. What had started as a way for them to keep in contact became a wake up call that they had no choice but to keep going their separate ways, even when they tried to close the distance. Even Arin’s friend moving in with her didn’t help the issue.

Both of them ended up being scouted for an expedition group due to their skills after six years of hard work, and they agreed. It was a far trip out, and once they stepped out of the caravan and began to explore, disaster struck. They were ambushed by Grieven, and one of the six hunters from their team sacrificed themself so the remaining five of them could escape. They ended up being driven into a cavern that opened up to the core of the Land of Entropy, and the Grieven didn't pursue past the single entrance; having realized that, and having heard Grieven retreat upon an Land of Entropy being purified, they decided to bet on this so they could return home without anymore casualties.

However, their attempts at peacefully purifying the core simply were ineffective, and their growing attempts to destroy the core was simply destroying the physical container of the core's power. It began to go out of control; they were injured in varying amounts, enough that most of the others were taken unawares and were temporarily disabled, and the core's power was spreading throughout the cavern to destroy them in turn. Arin's friend refused to allow further loss to happen, for anyone else to die. She used her Counterenergy to contain and trap the power of the Entropy Core within her body, even as it began to twist it. She had one request as she resisted this, and did her best to contain the power: kill her. It would damage the energy and, ideally, begin a purification process. Due to the others still being out of commission, the only one who could accomplish the task was Arin.

Having to hear her friend beg to be killed, the person who had essentially "saved" her from growing too reckless for her own good, and knowing she was the only one who could do it-- it hurt. For the first time, Arin wanted to deny reality and wished it was different. She wished so fervently, even as she had shaking hands grasp her friend's weapon. She closed her eyes, and took one moment to collect herself before she did what she needed to do.

She wouldn't forget the feeling of blood on her hands, the choking of her friend as she suffered the pain and had blood fill her throat. She felt frozen, mind blank, even as tears streamed down her face. And in the few moments her friend had, Arin mourned while the friend comforted her. However, Arin was soon violently flung away as her friend began to transform into a giant tree-- her friend couldn't bear her getting caught up in the transformation and thus flung Arin to safety. The scene would be burned into her mind, and the purification was progressing as they had hoped, though Arin's heart was rending into two. A deity in the form of a giant white snake soon came into the cavern to maintain the purified Land of Entropy, and Arin did what she could to gather the survivors so they could return home, as soon as they were given the chance to.

She couldn’t really recall the trip back, her mind in a daze, nor the medical exam after the fact. She barely was cognizant of her brother visiting (when her head cleared, she tried to ignore the ache that started when she realized that was the first time in literal years that she had seen her brother) while her day to day continued in a maddening normalcy.

For a long length of time, Arin was in a daze, her 26th birthday passing before she knew it. Only two years after the incident. She was only even aware of it since her brother made a point of calling her on the day, insisting to spend the day out. It felt nice, (and she tried to ignore how she shouldn’t have a nice day, she didn’t deserve it) and she wished they could’ve had time like this when they were younger, not just when they were self-sufficient adults, before those thoughts quieted as the day ended and her brother left. A few weeks after that, she was hired to take care of a Rift Core. Poetically, it was a large serpent, crystalline ice over its skin and frost spreading from its breath. It took 3 days of fighting to finally take it down; Arin took it as an opportunity to vent out her pent up feelings of helplessness, guilt, anger, desperation, yearning. Her hands were too swollen to move, her body weak and overstrained by the time she was done fighting the demon. She was rewarded for her efforts of destroying the armor-like scales and defeating the snake, however; she gained a Sealed Weapon by the name Svalinn, gauntlets and greaves that contained the power of the demon.

During the times she rested, she started to question what she had been doing, why she had stayed in the hole she fell into (and she couldn’t just use trauma as a response, could she?) Refusing to let herself disgrace the effort given to save her life, as well as the effort she had given to live and fight, she did her best to look to the future and keep working hard-- as well as dragging herself out of the pit she had fallen into. The fight, and the ongoing conversation she had with the demon, the questions she had lingered on during her resting, simply reinforced her desire that she was harboring, and gave her the motivation to carry it out. If others would be stingy with their kindness for one reason or another, she'd do her best to mitigate that. She'd do her best to reach out so there would be no more like her-- and she would allow herself (or try to, at least) to breathe, to enjoy the days that she was given the chance to experience and see.

She wouldn't lay down and let herself wallow and drag herself through life-- she would meet it head on, and give it the best fight she could.

powers / abilities:

Counterenergy

A power that acts as a balancer between humans and demons. It is entirely dependent on the user on how far it goes, what its skillset is, and so forth. Arin’s CE takes on the element of water, and she practically has an ocean of a pool to utilize, one that is seemingly inexhaustible.

For passive effects, it provides the following: enhanced physical capabilities, such as strength, stamina, agility, durability, reflexes, and so on. There are also the benefits of being immune to damage from mundane weaponry, as well as elemental damage and effects from weather unless it was caused by a demon.

Using her CE, she can generate and manipulate “water”; it is not true water, but an energy that is mimicking it damn near perfectly. She can generate enough to create a sea of it, being able to also manipulate the water pressure within this area as she wants. She can suffocate her opponents by filling their lungs with her CE, and so forth.

By utilizing the pressure created by her CE and her physical strength, she can slow opponents down, destabilize their footing, deal dreadful damage to them, and so forth. She can also cause barotrauma in opponents.

Additionally, she can use her CE to create highly pressurized water constructs.

She can also utilize her CE in a fashion to help treat wounds by drawing out harmful substances or materials, to using it to stem bleeding by both applying pressure and “covering” the wound. This also has the benefit of being disinfected by default.

inherent abilities:

Combat Experience

She specializes in hand-to-hand combat, and has trained it for nearly two decades. With her high skill in it, she can take down many enemies without issue.

Additionally, she has trained with different weapons, with staff-based weapons and blades being the main two she has focused on.

items / weapons:

Sealed Weapon, Svalinn

A weapon that has the ability to generate and manipulate ice. It is more than powerful enough to freeze near anything that its user can face.

This weapon is a pair of gauntlets and grieves; when not in use, they take the form of simple, silver bracelets and anklets that are quite near skin-tight. They cannot be removed by anyone but Arin.

This weapon allows her to generate and manipulate ice, as well as gives her the ability to freeze anything she chooses. The ice it generates is incredibly difficult to melt, being able to withstand the heat that a star can put off. She does not need to have contact with an area or surface to generate ice from it; it just needs to be within her eyesight.

However, it doesn’t come without its side effects. It is slowly killing her; prolonged use in one go can leave her suffering from hypothermia, or worst case, frostbite. Her body temperature is lower than normal due to it, and if she doesn’t pace herself well, she can experience extended lethargy. The only visible sign of this deterioration is the discoloration of her hair; it always centers around the longest portion of it.

Storage

A hand-sized device that utilizes Counterenergy to store items. It is registered to a single user, and cannot be accessed by anyone but that user. Any item within will be repaired to the state that it was in when it was registered to the storage, and anything registered to it will return to it when the distance exceeds a certain amount.

Inside she keeps basic first-aid supplies, as well as spare clothes. She also keeps several knives, blades, halberds, and axes within. These weapons all have properties that inhibit a demon’s healing.

A note to make is that her clothing is made with special fibers that are more durable than normal clothing materials; this is to prevent wear and tear from daily usage, and to prevent the clothes from becoming destroyed every time she fights a demon back home. These fibers can also be repaired through a steady stream of Counterenergy, or by being placed within her storage for a few hours.

starting ability: Counterenergy

starting item: Svalinn

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: yes

extra:

She’s 6’3”, and is athletically muscular. Though she tends to wear clothing that disguises her build, trust that you can tell that she can easily toss you around.

Does she want to find out what will happen if the discoloration of her hair reaches her scalp? No. Her hair is pretty long as a result.

Her CE is not actual water, so it cannot hydrate people. Please do not ask to drink the energy water.

discord id: tranquilsea.

#xc application #mun: sitri #cata cosmia

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, GREGOR. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: vincent age: 20 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: viktorlore twt other characters in xc: hamuko arisato, kazuhira miller

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: gregor age: 35 pronouns: he/him series: limbus company canon point: canto vi app triggers: child experimentation / abuse, child soldiers, war, body horror, mentions of insects, depersonalization

personality:

“this sinner is relatively easy to handle in terms of personality. however, an upsurge of emotion or a sudden change of environment may cause parts or the whole of his body to transform into insectile (notably akin to a carapace, resembling that of the █████████) tissues. if you do not wish to be a rude manager (not that you're obligated to be nice), we recommend keeping your facial expression in check so that your disgust is not visible to him. he sometimes uses cynical language, but he can still be reasoned with, and you can get around him without much difficulty as long as you learn the knack of it.”

in spite of his inclination towards quick and abrasive comebacks, this sinner is one of the few on the bus who can consistently be relied upon to "lift the mood" as desired. gregor's tough outer shell primarily serves to protect the kind personality within — though he has been thoroughly scarred by his experiences, gregor has no real interest in genuine cruelty. his priority, first and foremost, seems to be to protect himself as well as those in his company. he dislikes meaningless displays of savagery "for the sake of it", and seems to be generally well-adjusted in spite of the disturbing past that mars his memory.

ideally, he would like to be someone who is always capable of making the right call on his first decision. however, the unfortunate reality is that gregor tends to act almost entirely on instinct, as if in response to stimuli that he is faced with. he has difficulties thinking of solutions to problems "in the moment" and finds it easier to problem-solve in a group rather than on his own. though he often appears to be exasperated with the attitudes of those around him, gregor does not adopt a "holier-than-thou" disposition. rather than being irritated with the personalities of his companions, it would perhaps be more apt to describe him as someone with difficulties responding correctly to their words and actions.

something your muse struggles with: he finds it difficult to be forthright about what’s troubling him — any problem that troubles gregor is one that he thinks he can manage on his own.

your muse’s greatest strength: at any cost, gregor can settle with the idea of being the pseudo-expendable “infantry” when necessary. however, he’d like for this to be of his own accord and not simply a “part” forced upon him.

history / background:

there is not much to say about this sinner's past. when the topic is hinted at, his reply never amounts to much of substance — it's difficult to say if even gregor clearly remembers the events that took place in his youth, save for brief flashes of consciousness and relics of what the average optimist could call "childhood bliss". in any case, it is beyond clear that the things gregor does recall are not necessarily things that he is willing to share.

in adolescence, gregor had been the eldest child; the topic of his sister, █████, seems to irritate him when pried at without his approval. though not "out of the picture", his parents experienced great difficulty in finding and keeping jobs. even as a boy, gregor had a quick mind and very little difficulty carrying out orders; he found work where he could, kept his head down and did what he was told.

far too soon, gregor was made to become a man.

war swept away everything he had known, and experimentation for the sake of bloodshed contorted gregor into a living weapon. an operation meant to enhance soldiers’ bodies and allow them to transform seamlessly between human and insect was refined for use in combat, and he had been selected as a perfect candidate.

barely fifteen, gregor was considered to be one of the "lucky ones" -- unscathed by most side effects of the procedure, he was touted as a poster boy and elevated to a leadership position. his friends were ████ █████ ██ █████ ███ ██████, ██████ ██ ██████ by the one thing they were told that they could trust. he stood, he waited, he watched — despite all his efforts, the horror that had become his life was now an uneasy dream from which gregor would never awake.

in the aftermath, it was gregor who was treated as a pest. not her, not any of them. him, the proof of what had transpired. the survivor.

too many years later, he was contracted by limbus company as one of their twelve ‘sinners’. despite their clashing personalities, these twelve soon learned that they would need to work together.

as they march on, unfettered by the remnants of the lives they’ve left behind, gregor and his peers will need to harden their hearts to the world. until their mission is complete, they will not see heaven. if they stagnate, they will never know a world that wants them.

in a reality where not even he is certain how much of himself remains, gregor can only attempt to keep going.

powers / abilities:

gregor is able to utilize EGO, a type of personalized equipment manifested from the mind. he is able to use another person’s EGO just as easily as he uses his own, but it comes with a dangerous risk — since using another person's EGO is akin to wearing the shell of another individual, it is possible to lose oneself entirely. gregor’s EGO are listed below.

SUDDENLY, ONE DAY - comes with a strong blunt attack; gregor’s arm spontaneously expands, becoming a gargantuan mimicry of what it once was.

LEGERDEMAIN - …hits you with a ball…

LANTERN - restores a large portion of gregor’s health, equivalent to 3/5 / 60% of what he dealt in damage.

inherent abilities:

METAMORPHOSIS - gregor can contort parts (or the whole) of his body into insectile limbs.

items / weapons:

n/a

starting ability: suddenly, one day

starting item: n/a

extra:

You finally did it. I knew you could. The surgery was successful, after all. You just have to keep it up. Chop up the apples in front of you. Simple, isn’t it? Oh, right. Happy fifteenth birthday!

discord id: unruhigen

#xc application #mun: vincent #cata cosmia

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xaracosmia · 2 days

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, BRUNO BUCCELLATI. 🌗

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

NAME / ALIAS: Cyan AGE: 26 PRONOUNS: She/Her OOC CONTACT: @SOLXDSNAKE on twitter OTHER CHARACTERS IN XC: Wolfwood, Neon White, Red

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

NAME: Bruno Buccellati AGE: 20 PRONOUNS: He/Him SERIES: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo CANON POINT: Post-Death APP TRIGGERS: General Violence, Death, Body Horror, Organized Crime, Drugs, Torture, Divorce, Grooming, Children in dangerous situations.

PERSONALITY:

Bruno Buccellati is a very bizarre man, one built on contradictions. He’s a kind soul capable of horrible things, and at a glance, difficult to discern. He’s calm and collected, has an odd sense of humor, finds joy in incredible violence and in serving his community; he has bloodied hands and a tender heart that aches for the injustices good, innocent people face.

The man is the poster child of the “friendly neighborhood mafioso” archetype. Looking after his community, offering aid to those down on their luck, giving a home to the people society has left behind. He cherishes what he’s built, and he’s not above doing whatever it takes to keep his city free from scum. No matter what.

The end sometimes justifies the means. The world comes in shades of gray.

And that’s the way it’ll always be. The world doesn’t care if struggles with himself, with the realization that the organization he joined, when he was just a child, an entity he believed was taking justice in its own hands- has now turned to poisoning the people he vowed to protect.

But Buccellati has a plan, always does.

SOMETHING YOUR MUSE STRUGGLES WITH:

Love

Carrying the world on his shoulders.

Curiosity. It makes him nosy.

YOUR MUSE'S GREATEST STRENGTH:

Kindness, he will always be there for those who need him most.

Leadership

Determination

HISTORY/BACKGROUND:

Paolo and Bianca Buccellati had a young family by the coast. Paolo was a fisherman and Bianca would watch over their son, Bruno- She’d read him bedtime stories, introduce him to poetry and fashion magazines— which ended up being some of the boy’s favorites; but even so Bruno would often be at sea with his father, enjoying the breeze, learning the way of the sea, catching fish- and then excitedly coming home to his Mama, to sing and help around the kitchen.

It was a simple life in a loving home, but love is a fickle, cruel thing. Bianca had dreams and ambitions of her own, of greater things this small, nowhere town couldn’t give her. She needed to open her wings, find a better life for herself and her son in the big city, but… Bruno said no, and Bianca left to never return.

This change was one of many. Paolo tried to heal his broken heart and work more so he could be better, for his son. Taking fishing trips, sightseeing trips, and dealing with demanding tourists. As it turned out, a pair of these tourists weren’t what they seemed and after having witnessed a drug deal Paolo was brutally attacked and left in a coma.

Bruno felt both blessed and cursed. His father was alive! and those men would come looking for him.

Weighing his options, heavy as the knife he held in hand, Bruno did as his father taught him while on the boat. Let the bait work. wait. and when the fish bites, you take the knife and gut them.

There’s no turning back from murder, and this was only the beginning. Desperate, he turned to the Passione Crime Syndicate, asking for their protection in exchange for his loyalty; it wasn’t long until he became their valuable child executioner, groomed into being the perfect agent, nobody would doubt a child, and the dead can’t regret their lack of caution.

Years would pass and he would rise up the ranks, little Bruno was now addressed almost exclusively by surname, Buccellati, a sign of the respect he’d gained by the members of Passione, and of his community. He would go on to lead his own team, become Capo, and take the fight directly to the Don.

After all, the bastard had plunged Passione into the hard drugs trade, the same dirty business that cost Buccellati his life, family and childhood.

Community and Family are sacred.

Knowing the Don would forsake both his people and his daughter, Enraged Buccellati. So even if he found himself with his hands tied and mouth muzzled, even if this was challenging the same power that allowed him to keep his own safe, Buccellati would fight tooth and nail for change.

They say traitors walk alone in a path leading only to pain and isolation.

If that’s what it takes, then so be it, it’ll be difficult…

But Buccellati has a plan, he always does.

POWERS/ABILITIES:

A Stand is the manifestation of a person's soul, they are one and the same, and their power reflects the truth of their user’s psyche.

『STICKY FINGERS』: Buccellati's stand. Aside from the enhanced speed and strength all stand users receive; It allows him to create zippers on any surface. He can open and close the zippers whenever he desires, as well as activate these remotely. While Sticky Fingers himself isn't visible to the naked eye of non-stand users, his zipper ability is physical phenomena and thus can be seen and touched by anyone.

Sticky Fingers's zippers comes with a couple of sub-abilities such as:

UNION AND SEPARATION: Attaching, Detaching and reattaching different things together. This includes body parts which can be to and from different people.

SEVERING: The zippers can swiftly cut through things without issue, this includes body parts. Buccellati is able to control whether this is harmful/painful or not.

For example: a severed head could still be completely functional and healthy as if it was still attached to the body. But if Buccellati decided to, this effect could be nullified and function more like a traditional beheading.

HEALING: the zippers are able to close wounds as well as reattach severed limbs by virtue of zipping tissue up and back together.

ZIPPER DIMENSION: zippers could be opened to lead into a hammer/impossible space within objects/people. This allows him to hide things inside places, even himself.

OPENING SPACE: This works mostly as creation of an opening that connects one space to another.

For Example: Buccellati placed a zipper on the wall of a railcar, allowing him to move through it and into the rails. It's free real door.

INHERENT ABILITIES:

Lie Detection: though not infallible, Buccellati is very good at telling if someone is lying. it may or may not include intimidation tactics and of course…. Licking people. He calls himself a "human lie detector."

Skilled Fighter: Buccellati has been in the Mafia from a really young age. He is not afraid of getting into physical altercations - he's shown to be flexible, fast and merciless.

Smart: and quick on his feet, but very, very clueless.

Natural Born Leader: along with his habit of looking after others, it's second nature for him to move into positions of leadership, following the best interests of those under his command.

Charisma: illegal for a man to have that much.

ITEMS/WEAPONS:

Handgun: A Semi Automatic Pistol

STARTING ABILITY: 『STICKY FINGERS』

STARTING ITEM: Handgun

EXTRA:

Nonbinary with a side of man.

Wears visible lacy lingerie. Under an expensive white suit.

Headliner for Gucci and Balenciaga. Like Irl.

Hates beans. Hates apples.

Immaculate sense of style. Megan Thee Stallion confirmed.

Ever been a ghost haunting your own dead body?

World's First Male Femme Fatale. Bond girl with all the power and standing of the Godfather.

DISCORD ID: santomartire

#xc application #mun: cyan #mare cosmia

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