PREFACE I'm Syd. I'm 25↑, a lesbian, and you can use whatever pronouns you want for me. This blog is an iconless mixed-media multimuse, for all my former solo roleplay blogs as well as muses who never had a blog of their own. Muses come from a variety of sources, including the cosmic horror novel I'm writing. I have a lot of muses, but there will be no musings or fanart reblogs to clog your dashboard.This blog is writing-focused and will prioritize plotted interactions. There will not be much shitposting or dash game participation. I will post ooc, but I often delete it after the fact unless I deem it worth keeping up. // I work full time, Tuesday-Saturday, 04:00-12:30. I am also writing a novel and have other hobbies that take my time. Activity will be very low, and I'd appreciate being surrounded by people tolerant of that.Personal blogs are welcome to follow and interact with headcanon and out of character posts, but all below rules still apply. Do not reblog threads.Character-specific notes and rules may appear on their pages, as necessary. If anything comes up when plotting or threading that is not written down, I will communicate it.

CONTENT WARNING: While there are themes I will not write (as stated above), there are heavy themes and content I will write depending on the muse, plot, and source content. All will be tagged accordingly. Examples include but are not limited to: violence, gore, cannibalism, murder, body horror, child endangerment, toxic characters and relationships, manipulation, gaslighting, medical malpractice, & general horror themes. Be advised that most art I engage with (movies, books, games, audiodramas) nowadays is firmly in or skirts the edges of the broad horror genre.

DISCLAIMER MANY CHARACTERS LISTED WILL NOT HAVE AN ABOUT PAGE, BUT I WILL GLADLY TALK ABOUT THEM UPON REQUEST. YOU MAY ALSO SEE ME WRITE CHARACTERS NOT LISTED HERE. THOSE ARE AT THE REQUEST OF FRIENDS OR THOSE I HAVE PLOTTED WITH. SOME MUSES ARE CANON DIVERGENT AND/OR BASED HEAVILY ON HEADCANONS & THEORIES, AND THEREFORE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE WHAT YOU EXPECT.

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DISCLAIMER MANY CHARACTERS LISTED WILL NOT HAVE AN ABOUT PAGE, BUT I WILL GLADLY TALK ABOUT THEM UPON REQUEST. YOU MAY ALSO SEE ME WRITE CHARACTERS NOT LISTED HERE. THOSE ARE AT THE REQUEST OF FRIENDS OR THOSE I HAVE PLOTTED WITH. SOME MUSES ARE CANON DIVERGENT AND/OR BASED HEAVILY ON HEADCANONS & THEORIES, AND THEREFORE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE WHAT YOU EXPECT.

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DISCLAIMER MANY CHARACTERS LISTED WILL NOT HAVE AN ABOUT PAGE, BUT I WILL GLADLY TALK ABOUT THEM UPON REQUEST. YOU MAY ALSO SEE ME WRITE CHARACTERS NOT LISTED HERE. THOSE ARE AT THE REQUEST OF FRIENDS OR THOSE I HAVE PLOTTED WITH. SOME MUSES ARE CANON DIVERGENT AND/OR BASED HEAVILY ON HEADCANONS & THEORIES, AND THEREFORE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE WHAT YOU EXPECT.

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DISCLAIMER MANY CHARACTERS LISTED WILL NOT HAVE AN ABOUT PAGE, BUT I WILL GLADLY TALK ABOUT THEM UPON REQUEST. YOU MAY ALSO SEE ME WRITE CHARACTERS NOT LISTED HERE. THOSE ARE AT THE REQUEST OF FRIENDS OR THOSE I HAVE PLOTTED WITH. SOME MUSES ARE CANON DIVERGENT AND/OR BASED HEAVILY ON HEADCANONS & THEORIES, AND THEREFORE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE WHAT YOU EXPECT.

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SIGMA

FORMERLY BOOKTORN

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when they’re pulled into this world, it’s from nothing; there’s no flash of light, no distortion, nothing notable. one moment there’s space in the desert, and the next moment someone is in it with dual-toned hair and a train ticket to a place that doesn’t exist.they’re gifted, and they have no memory or knowledge of anything but that singular fact. they don’t even recognize the city listed on the train ticket.their first memories of this world are harsh and unforgiving. people are cruel, and they’ll use you to their own ends without remorse. they’re kept as a slave, and mostly used for their ability to aid in criminal endeavors. after nearly three years, they see a chance to escape and they take it — they survive on their own for a time, but soon they’re approached by someone.a demon. fyodor dostoevsky. someone else who seeks to use them, but this time with an offer: a home, a place to call their own in exchange for use of their ability.they accept, and the sky casino is created. it’s beautiful, and it’s everything they could have ever wanted. they fall in easily to their work there, for eight real days and an artificial history — and then it all comes crashing down around them.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

ALTERNATE VERSES

homunculus // baccano! : three years freed from their flask as of 1935, sigma is a homunculus with no history nor knowledge of the power they truly possess. created by the alchemist viralesque, they act as a messenger and an extention of his reach in this world. he’s their creator and master, and they are loyal to him.arbiter // death parade : arbiter of the eighteenth floor, sigma runs the bar decem et octo and judges those souls who come in after death — to reincarnation, or the void. they’ve been an arbiter for three years, and the games played at decem et octo are more luck-based than skill: card and dice games, where the only skill is your ability to mask your emotions. they’re calm and collected, but with a gentle demeanor to them.cleaner // tokyo ghoul : they have no memories but the ones they’ve made, and no identity but the one they’ve carved out for themself in this cruel world. they’re part of the ccg’s squad x, a squad dedictated to cleaning up the messes left behind by ghouls and investigators alike. it’s no taste for the weak of stomach, and their strength of will matches their constitution.

TSUKIYAMA SHUU

FORMERLY YOUNGSCION

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Silver child, moon child, child of circumstance, you were born into love and privilege. Spoiled, they’ll call you, but they don’t know the war within your own mind—the battle between who you want to be and who you ought to be. Coddled, they’ll say, but you've never known a life without fear.Selfish, you call yourself, and it’s the one time you truly know your own heart. Your own desires are the most important to you, for why shouldn’t they be? After all, you are the moon—beautiful and bright and entrancing. How can anyone fault you for knowing your own worth?You are comfortable in your life, wanting for nothing. But death is an inevitability for all things on this world, and slowly you can feel it creeping in around you. It's existentially frightening when natural, and angering when not.You embrace death.You are not meant to exist, you hear. A monster. A demon. Feared and killed by humans. But you’ve seen how ghouls and humans can get along. You know some humans who know of your family’s secret, and they accept you for it. You know it works. You know.So when someone starts whispering sweet stories about a future without misplaced fear and hatred, you listen and you grasp onto them tightly. One day, you tell each other. One day.You long to no longer hide, and you cling to his promises of a better future of ghouls and humans living hand-in-hand.Another comes along, and you find yourself feeling torn in two—but you never forget what you want more than anything. You never forget.You can’t forget.Peace is never something you’ve known, not really. The peaceful facade is exactly that, with danger and turbulence lurking beneath.Tragedy strikes, and for once you fear for your own life. You see everything crumble and fade, and the cruelest joke of all is that you have no choice but to recover from it.Lying comes naturally to you, because so many are beneath you. Betrayal doesn’t make you bat an eye, because you are still loyal—just not to who people think.But you feel no remorse for your actions, because you know they’re all just trying to use you.So let them, and know that your actions will save the world.You succeed, and that may be the most tragic part. You succeed, and no one knows it. No one knows your involvement or how he was the hero all along. Humans and ghouls wouldn’t be living together like this had he not made the moves he did, and you can’t tell anyone that.

GHOUL PHYSIOLOGY

An often-forgotten fact about kakuhou is that they’re organs. They’re like kidneys, or any other organ—flesh used to contain certain functions. They’re sacks filled with Rc Cells. They’re small and soft.They rupture in order for a kagune to form.The first thing to happen is a small tear—it’s enough for some of the Rc Cells to rush out to the eyes, activating the kakugan. The vessels in eyes are ruptured and swell, the sclerae going a deep reddish-purple like a bruise, so dark it’s almost black. This bruising extends to the veins surrounding the eye in a spider-web pattern.This all hurts. The kakuhou is tearing, after all, and the veins in the eyes are bruised. It’s like a pressure of sorts. In order to protect the retina from the rush of blood to the eye, activating kakugan will form a tapetum lucidum as a barrier. A result of this is that ghouls’ eyes are very reflective when their kagukan are activated, much like a cat. Ghouls get used to this pain.After this, should adrenaline remain high or should ghouls will it, the organ ruptures more completely, Rc Cells spilling out. These are liquid and solid and fluid and dangerous as they break through muscle and skin and flesh and fabric to form the kagune.This hurts even more. This is sharp. It’s flesh tearing, and the kagune itself is a new appendage (or appendages) that doesn’t normally exist in the body. It takes some getting used to for this nerve connections to form properly, anywhere from a handful of months for mastery to even a year or two.Ghouls also get used to this pain, which explains their abnormally high pain tolerance with wounds.Alongside the release of Rc Cells, chemicals like dopamine are released to numb the pain. A side-effect of this is excitement and enjoying the thrill of a fight.

HEARTMAN

FORMERLY HOMOLOQUENS

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He's been called the most brilliant mind of his generation, and that wouldn't be an overstatement; he's always been a man with a myriad of interests and scientific strengths—a veritable genius—although his mind has always been that of an anthropologist.His heart has been the burden he bears, impacting his life and health up until ten years ago—when voidouts took the life of his wife and daughter, and nearly took his own in a power outage that cut his life support post-surgery. This moment, this nearly dying with them, is what gave him a plan that eventually led to further decline of the health of his heart, induced cardiac arrests deforming his heart until he no longer had to induce cardiac arrest and it happened naturally.Three years after the loss of his family, he joined Bridges as one of their scientists—his focus being the Beach. He's the de facto head of a science team that acts as a unit without an official, on-paper leader; it's an unofficial position he gained through merit and genuine care and interest in the other scientists and their research—even if some know he's not in this for saving the world. (Most of the scientists aren't.)

ON HEARTMAN'S CONDITION

CONGENITAL CARDIOMYOPATHY: Heartman was born with a particular case of cardiomyopathy: a deformation of the shape of the heart that makes it difficult for the heart to pump blood effectively. His was a unique case, giving his heart the shape of a drawn heart, and was named myocardial cordiformia. It didn’t affect him much in during youth, but as he entered his twenties and the condition started worsening, he started requiring medication in order to not suffer heart failure.His condition continued deteriorating, and by his early thirties he went in for surgery to correct the flow of blood through his heart. This was the hospital visit that nearly took his life when the voidouts started and the hospital—and his life support—lost power.CARDIAC ARREST: The surgery had been a success before the power went out, and his heart was strong enough to keep him alive once more; This wouldn’t last for too many years, however, as he had a plan:Induce cardiac arrest after twenty-one minutes, and restart his heart with an AED after three. This would be a rigid twenty-four minute life cycle, breaking his days into sixty brief segments—and this would be how he would start to live his life for the years to come.The dying was easy and nearly painless. It felt more like fainting than anything. It was the coming back to life that was difficult; electric shocks aren’t pleasant, and the flood of hormones that are released into one’s blood when life is suddenly restored can be exhausting to deal with—both a surge of energy, but also near-exhaustion.After four years of this, the continuous strain on his heart from electric-pulse induced cardiac arrest took its toll and deformed the muscles of his heart even more than they already were, and he found that inducing cardiac arrest was no longer necessary; his heart would stop on its own, unable to keep him alive for any longer than those twenty-one minutes. He did still have to bring himself back to life, however.CURRENT STATE & MEDICATION: Heartman’s heart naturally stops beating every twenty-one minutes, and an automated AED starts it again after three. It’s unclear if his condition is going to continue to deteriorate or not, but he’s been stable for six years now. (This question of further degradation is why he’s constantly monitoring himself for any abnormalities or signs of further failure.) There is no way to reverse the damage he’s done to his own heart, save for a transplant.On top of having to wear an AED of all times lest he die and have no way to come back to life, he also has a few medications he takes to make his life easier.

His condition for now is very stable and has been for years, so he seems very relaxed about it, but there is always a perpetual fear that his heart will deteriorate more, or the AED will malfunction, and that would be the end of him.

SILVER THE HEDGEHOG

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Silver was born in the ruins of a fire-torn world. Orphaned young, he faced the brutal realities of a world ruined by something long out of his control in the past. When given the chance to venture into the past to change the events that led to the ravaged future of his home, he took it.Little did he know that when you take yourself out of the normal flow of time, time loses its grip on you. The Silver who ventured to and changed the past in an attempt to save the future ceased to exist, and when returned to his present there was a knowledge of change… but not much else—including no longer knowing who had given him the opportunity to travel into the past in the first place. Every journey into the past and back collapses the Silver who ventured into the past into the new Silver of the true future—and that’s when time doesn’t pull him through changing futures itself.

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

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born the second prince of the sunset savanna, leona’s life has been one of shadow — he’s always felt trapped in the shadow of his older brother falena. to set up leona’s life, it’s necessary to first explain falena’s: the first child of the queen and king of the savanna, falena fell into the expectations set upon him with apparent ease. ten years later, the second prince leona was born.the birth of leona was widely celebrated, but as the boy grew it became clear that he was not living up to expectations. more prone to keeping to himself and his books and his desire to learn, what came across as a standoffish attitude only got worse as he was compared to his older brother. this comparison grew into a bitterness that festered, and the development of such a cursed unique magic did little to improve how he looked in the eyes of others. and things became worse still when leona was fifteen: the king fell horribly ill and falena ascended to the throne. falena also married quickly, a woman named shani he had been seeing for some time, and falena and shani ended up king and queen and teenage leona’s guardians.within a year they had a child and heir of their own, and leona enrolled at night raven college for the next school year when the dynamic at the palace became too different and stifling — just to get away. and there things were better. he became housewarden of savanaclaw in his second year and was comfortable in that position ( perhaps too comfortable, because he failed a year despite being over-educated for this school ).but all was not perfect within the school walls. something was lurking, and in his second time through his third year there came an outbreak of overblots. leona was one such case, although the truth behind how and why he overblotted are something he keeps to himself. on the surface, it was a violent temper tantrum when a plan to sabotage his fellow dorm leader and apparent rival malleus draconia and his entire dorm failed and savanaclaw’s defeat at the magical shift tournament was secured by that failure.

ALTERNATE VERSES

wanderer // kingdom hearts : the world is naught but a book. it’s a contained universe, doomed to repeat itself as the story is told again and again. ( whether the darkness, whether the blot, is the product of an ancient scientist’s experiments with darkness or the product of a mishap with a certain mouse is malleable… and really, does it matter?)pirate captain // fandomless : the second prince of a country he would never rule, a lot of leona’s background is the same as it is in canon — but make leona run away physically rather than into the comfort of depression sleep. and it was on the high seas he found his place and became the king — nay, captain, of his own crew.reaper // the world ends with you : second son of a wealthy family he’d never inherit, leona died ( somehow, in a situation he won’t talk about ) on a trip to shinjuku and was pulled into the reapers’ game. he won and decided to stay and become a shinjuku reaper. at some point later in another situation he won’t disclose, he attempted to utilize too much power and create and utilize a noise form he couldn't — this glitched his presence in the ug and gave him lion ears and a tail made of the same stuff noise are made of. he was one of the survivors of what befell shinjuku and went with them to shibuya.

CLIVE SCHILL

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Born into an affluent family with no lack of connections, Clive Schill was born going places. His grandfather's friendship with Malcolm Landry at Eton secured Clive's eventual employment at Overhead Industries... and he's been making it everyone's problem.Now he's the apparent "man of the hour" in Overhead's R&D department, serving as a manager overseeing cryonic development. He wants his name, face, and penis attached to the next big breakthrough in tech.

GORDON PORLOCK

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GET THIS MAN A TORTOISE. NOW.

MERRY

FORMERLY MAGIFTED

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a child laughed, and someone took their final breath — and that confused breeze is what became merry.raised by the court of the briar valley, merry's life has been one of feelign perpetually cast aside for those deemed better. it's always been close to florian and faust, but with those two attending royal sword academy... so much has changed.twisted from: sleeping beauty's merryweather & epic mickey's prescott

MARTIN BLACKWOOD

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Sure, he lied on his CV, but that doesn't mean he's not the most dedicated and effective person in this archive.

ELIAS BOUCHARD

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Elias Bouchard as anyone once knew him is dead, really, existing only in echoes and vague remnants that cling to what was once his body.To know the man who now calls himself Elias Bouchard is to know two men, unrelated to each other in any way: Elias Bouchard, and Jonah Magnus.Elias Bouchard. The last of his family name (in his direct bloodline, at any rate), dragged down by the weight of expectations and envy for those he blamed for having it easier. His life was one of loss: first his mother, then his younger sister, then his father. His one and only friend followed soon after, leaving Elias truly alone in this world. He could never measure up, even when he was the only one left to do the measuring, and at some point it was easier to just not try. But the feeling of deserving was something he could never quite shake...Jonah Magnus. The last of his family name, albeit by choice. He feared death, and so he chose to simply not die. That was never going to be enough, of course; he found omniscience, which came at the cost of true immortality... but that was something he was able to rectify by taking over the bodies and lives of those beneath him.

JOHANNES CABAL

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Johannes Cabal is a necromancer (of some little infamy). His aims are to cure death, although his reasons are his and his alone. He will not let anything—be it man, monster, or god—stand between him and that goal. He views it as a burden to humanity (as well as himself for, again, personal reasons). As much as he despises death, however, he will not hesitate to kill if someone or something gets in his way.When he was hardly eighteen, Cabal lost someone dear to him. A woman. The woman. Her life was swept away by the river in town, and Cabal, only a boy at the time, was pushed over the edge into a downward spiral. It began first with necrothology and studying the soul, but slowly it progressed into the darker and more dangerous science of necromancy as he lost (by his will or otherwise) his entire family.Now he lives in a surprisingly new home in the English countryside, four miles from the nearest town and even farther from the nearest heavily populated city. He's been soulless (although he has it back); he has also saved the world thrice (for selfish reasons, mind you), entered the Dreamlands as a human and come out a ghoul, started a violent revolution in a politically restless small country, and caused Lucifer to leave his position as Satan and plunge Hell into utter chaos.As of late, he's been rethinking the morality of his goal, and now he has friends and family. He's been changing; he's a bit more selfless, a tad bit nicer, and just a hint less abrasive.

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SCARAMOUCHE

FORMERLY SCARAMOUCHED

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DISCLAIMER THIS SCARAMOUCHE IS WHOLLY CANON-DIVERGENT, FROM THEIR BACKSTORY AND THROUGHOUT THEIR PLOT. IF YOU WANT A MORE CANON-COMPLIANT VERSION, PLEASE SEE THE WANDERER. This particular interpretation has existed in some degree since the only information we had was from Unreconciled Stars. I do not incorporate the Raiden Shogun into my lore, and anything after Unreconciled Stars is used at my discretion—often in bits and pieces rather than as a whole. They are written with their Chinese characterization in mind, in which they're more refined and patronizing than crass and almost childish in word choice. I do not adhere to any of the Wanderer plotline here, nor do I utilize the "three betrayals" as written in canon.NOTE Any writing or headcanons for any "version" of the characer within their canon divergent timeline will use the Scaramouche title in tags, while discussion of the canon compliant version will use Wanderer, no matter what name/title is being used in the reply or headcanon itself for either of them. While they share titles in their history (kabukimono, kunikuzushi, Scaramouche, and The Balladeer), they do have different names and experience with names as a concept.I take a lot of inspiration from the mythological figure of Raitaro, Child of Thunder and son of Raijin, for Scaramouche, as well as Fūjin, God of Wind and brother of Raijin, later in their plot.They are involved and their plot heavily entwined with that of Toast's Il Dottore segment Epsilon and thus is closed single-ship. The "Detailed History" section at the bottom gives a timeline-esque breakdown, as very little is the same.

Scaramouche—their real name now hidden, the creation of the electro archon, child of thunder—was raised as the child of the archon of Inazuma, unknowing of the nature of their creation. Only as Raiden Ei's mental state and worries over her own desire for an evading eternity worsened did the truth of their existence become revealed to them: they were a puppet, a failed vessel to enable her continued existence should the worst come to pass. Gods are not immortal after all, and the changing world around them changed Ei with it. Paranoia, instability, desperation…A sharp line was drawn between herself and her beloved eternity and the rest of the world around her—family included. What do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god, indeed. What do others see at all?Their power was sealed away inside themself as Ei had the bakufu tightened Inazuma's borders and began a hunt of everything she perceived could threaten her blessed eternity. The puppet chose to play all sides.Raiji to their "mother." Kunikuzushi to those within Inazuma. Scaramouche to those outside.They fell in with a scientist high in the Fatui's ranks—a genius who unsealed what the electro archon had sealed away inside the failed vessel, and then enhanced that power further to render them more than they were ever meant to be. In turn, he was given free rein to research them, their body, and the manner of their creation, which he used to create his own vessels he called "segments."Carried forward by their mistrust of humans and loathing for the gods, they fell in comfortably with the group aiming to challenge the gods they so loathed.

DETAILED HISTORY

~ 500 YEARS AGO — The cataclysm. The former electro archon dies in the conflict, and Ei takes her place to become the youngest of the archons. Out of fear, she creates a vessel, a puppet in the following years. Raiji, she names them, perhaps making a fatal mistake in giving them a name and sense of self. They are raised as her child alongside two younger siblings—twins she has with a fox spirit named Yamabukime, although soon they are sent away to grow. Raiji spends the century involving themself in all things humans celebrate: kenjutsu, kabuki, music, and cooking are the ones they enjoy most. The kabukimono, they're called, with fond irony, for all their eccentricities. It is in their life among humans that they learn to labour, to suffer, and to love, and they return to their mother's side with their precious experiences held close.~ 400 YEARS AGO — Ei's mental state deteriorates gradually, and then suddenly. Trust in those around her shatters, fear of destruction catching up to her through perceived peace. The truth of Raiji's existence is revealed to them: they're a failed puppet, meant to be nothing more than a vessel. Their true power is sealed away, and they flee her side in the emotional aftermath. But there is no safety to be found among the humans they once lived around. Humans can't trust Ei, and they can't trust her creation. In a microcosm of the instability beginning to take root in Inazuma, the Raiden Gokaden tears itself apart—half still loyal, half turning on her. They turn on each other, and those the puppet trusts turn on them eventually. To defend themself, Raiji does what they must, all but destroying the Raiden Gokaden. Condemning humans and gods alike, they take on the title kunikuzushi and flee the country, knowing they will return someday. Spirits, including Yamabukime and the twins, are forced into hiding in the following years. Outside of Inazuma, Raiji encounters the Fatui and strikes a deal with the fun, mask-wearing people: they will lead expeditions into the Abyss and allow themself and their body to be researched, and in exchange they will be offered resources, repairs and maintenance, and their powers unsealed. It is in this century that what starts as a mutually beneficial agreement between themself and Il Dottore becomes genuine trust and sometimes seems like it could be something else. Toward the end of the century they are named the Sixth of the Harbingers and given the title Scaramouche.~ 300 YEARS AGO — Scaramouche returns from what would turn out to be one of their final expeditions to the Abyss to find Il Dottore gone—in his place are those who feign being him but are not him. Segments, they come to learn once they make it clear they see through the farce and will not be playing along. Il Dottore is nowhere to be found, and they are what remains. One segment, the Epsilon build, is the one who takes over all research and maintenance where Scaramouche is concerned. Slowly trust between themself and Epsilon is built from their working relationship, and this does become something else. During this century they return to Inazuma to make amends with their mother creator, once expeditions into the Abyss are no longer part of their responsibilities. This is, of course, all an act, with their ultimate goal being to further degrade her mentality and push her to drive her own isolation further.A FEW YEARS AGO — Some truths come to light, leaving Scaramouche shaken in a way they weren't sure they could be. The research on their body they thought they'd been privy to wasn't all the research there was; they had been the blueprint for the segments, the archon residue distilled down from their artificial blood still an integral component of their operation and maintenance. What remains of the original Dottore gives them answers, and they're able to glean some sort of closure from it after nearly three centuries.UNRECONCILED STARS — Scaramouche is assigned by Pierro to investigate happenings involving meteorites and a strange sleep-sickness. It is during their investigation that they first encounter the Traveler, and would have made their move to eliminate them had their cover as a friendly, helpful ally not been blown. That temporary goal cast aside, they continue with their own investigation, allowing themself to be taken into the dream. They pull themself out of it—a feat without precedent, although it's no challenge for them—and return to the Fatui to debrief with the information that the stars and sky are a lie.INAZUMA — Thanks to Scaramouche's manipulation of Ei and the Fatui's recent involvement with the people, things have degraded further still in Inazuma—visions have been taken away from citizens to avoid the threat blessed humans are to her eternity, and anyone not in the bakufu has been denied audience with her. The nation itself has entered a lockdown called the Sakoku-rei, with no one allowed to enter or exit. Still, they are allowed entrance, and they secure entrance for the Fatui as well. Trade with outside nations has shut down. The economy moves at a crawl. Dissent and unrest exist as whispers growing into a low chorus, with the Fatui funding a growing rebellion. The archon herself has become increasingly unstable. Her usually fickle personality has become even less predictable, her mood changing to mistrust or violence without warning or cause. When she's challenged by the Traveler and her people for her tyranny, Scaramouche watches and waits. They only intervene to retrieve the gnosis from the Traveler, and for a moment Ei seems relieved. When the realization of betrayal from her one remaining ally strikes, she makes a move of her own—an attempt to take over their body, pushing them out of it like they are nothing but a vessel. Their unsealed powers prevent this, but the terror of nearly being destroyed and the knowledge that their body is built to handle being a god lingers.CURRENT EVENTS — All recent revelations linger, and some fester. While they hand over the gnosis to the Fatui without protest, the thought of leaving with it that they toyed with, however briefly, is something their mind refuses to let go of. In so many ways, they're just as much a pawn as they've always been. With this in mind, they make a plan seemingly accepted by the Fatui: they will seemingly defect—they have plenty of reason to, after all, so no one will suspect it of being a lie—to gain the Traveler's trust and travel with them. Epsilon stays behind, posing as their connection on the inside. In actuality, both themself and Epsilon are together in playing both sides, unsure where they will truly fall. Will they continue to ally with the Fatui till the end, or will their pretend allegiance to the Traveler became more than pretend? Or will they take the chance to leave when it comes and disappear without a trace? This plan, at least, gives Raiki the time to work out what it is they really want.NOTE — At some point in their travels, they are granted an Anemo Vision—an act they take quite poorly and read as blatant mockery from the gods. For the longest time, they outright refuse to utilize it, choosing instead to ignore its existence in favor of the Electro energy that exists within them without necessitating a Vision. One day, however, they may just have to use it... When that day comes, they will utilize a sword to channel their Anemo energy.

ON NAMES

Upon their creation, they were given the name Raiji. This is pronounced similarly to Raijin, an alternative name for Raiden, and written with the same 雷 kanji for thunder and the 二 kanji for two, or second. This name is cast off save for by Raiden Ei upon the sealing of their powers, and then cast off completely once she attempts to take over their body, thus revealing the final secret of their creation.When they "leave" the Fatui, they drop their title of Scaramouche and take on the name Raiki. This is written with the same 雷 kanji for thunder and the 己 kanji for self, or sixth in rank.Eventually, once they have properly left the Fatui and are making a life of their own, they will name themself Kaminari. This name is written with the same 雷 kanji for thunder, although pronounced differently. The reading kaminari was originally a compound word roughly translating to the call of the gods.Kabukimono and kunikuzushi were never and have never been names. They're titles, although the former was almost used as a term of endearment by the humans they mingled with early on in their existence. The kabukimono was a nickname given to them for their eccentric and clearly inhuman manner, both of dress and behavior, as well as wordplay for their fondness and later involvement with the theatre (given that the name has nothing to do with kabuki itself). They weren't rowdy or disruptive in the way the term was usually used, giving it an air of fond irony. Kunikuzushi is a title they took on for themself once they decided to work in secret against Ei and continue to further imbalance Inazuma, pulling the title from one of the characters in kabuki.

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WANDERER

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NOTE This is my canon-compliant interpretation of the Wanderer, formerly known as Scaramouche, The Balladeer. Any writing or headcanons for any "version" of the characer within their canon compliant timeline will use the Wanderer title in tags, while discussion of my personal divergent version will use Scaramouche, no matter what name/title is being used in the reply or headcanon itself for either of them. While they share titles in their history (kabukimono, kunikuzushi, Scaramouche, and The Balladeer), they do have different names and experience with names as a concept.I take a lot of inspiration from the mythological figure of Fūjin, God of Wind and brother of Raijin, for the Wanderer, as well as the Shugendō religion and Fudō Myōō.Toast's Il Dottore is my main Il Dottore, although I will write with others here. I will not, however, ship with other Dottores, although the Wanderer is multi-ship.On that note: If you view the dynamic between Dottore and Scaramouche as "abusive" and not the complicated, deliberate narrative foiling and entwining of plots in order to explore themes of humanity vs inhumanity that it is... we will likely not get along. Do not water the dynamic down and do a disservice to both characters (and Scaramouche's agency).

Created as a prototype puppet and deemed a failure at even that when they shed tears upon their creation, they were cast aside by the creator who couldn't bring herself to "interfere in their fate." And so she interfered, bestowing upon them a golden feather and laid them to rest in the Shakkei Pavilion. They were discovered by a human who took them to Tatarasuna, where they were welcomed with open arms. But such an embrace of humanity was not meant to last for one such as the puppet...

DETAILED HISTORY

~ 500 YEARS AGO — I'll do this later. This is all canon compliant.

ON NAMES

Upon their creation, they were not given a name—and they never have been given a name until they take one when existing simply as the Wanderer. The name they take on is Kaze, written with the 風 kanji for wind (the same one as found in Fūjin).Kabukimono and kunikuzushi were never and have never been names. They're titles, although the former was almost used as a term of endearment by the humans they mingled with early on in their existence. The kabukimono was a nickname given to them for their eccentric and clearly inhuman manner, both of dress and behavior. They weren't rowdy or disruptive in the way the term was usually used, giving it an air of fond irony. Kunikuzushi is a title they took on for themself once they returned to Inazuma to begin acting against Ei and the Shogun, pulling the title from one of the characters in kabuki.

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SANDRONE

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DISCLAIMER Given that there is little to no information about Sandrone in canon, I will be writing her based on my own theories and headcanons. As canon information is revealed, I may or may not decide to adhere to it. I may or may not decide to maintain both this interpretation and a canon compliant one as I do with Scaramouche. Only time will tell.Content warning for vague, one-sided, toeing-the-line-into-incest implications à la gothic literature in Sandrone's backstory. Nothing explicit, nothing reciprocated. A facsimile of toxic feelings by a machine. I am sorry, Alain Guillotin, but what remains of you copied into that machine has become twisted and something other than you over time.The Narzissenkreuz questline (and the combined Scaramouche and Dottore plots [and thus the Research & Development team overall]) has a lot of references to Bloodborne and Evangelion, which I have continued to embrace in my creation of and theorizing around Sandrone. In particular, Mary-Ann and Alain allude to Lady Maria and Gehrman respectively, with Sandrone herself referencing The Doll.

Once, long ago, there were two siblings: Alain, the slightly-older brother, and Mary-Ann, the slightly-younger sister. They were orphaned too young to really remember their parents, and they were raised in the Narzissenkreuz Institute. After the Cataclysm—that upheaval felt across Teyvat—they were taken in by Emanuel Guillotin. From that point on, Mary-Ann was raised as a special detective of the Marechaussee Phantom, while her brother researched as part of the Institute of Natural Philosophy. Despite their separate interests, they remained close.But rifts were formed between old friends, and Alain eventually joined the Marechaussee Phantom alongside his sister; they were trained in all the ways they needed to be, and they learned well.Those skills would be put to use, tearing them apart from their former friends from the Institute in a clash against the Narzissenkreuz Ordo that would kill Mary-Ann.Alain would never recover from her loss.

DETAILED HISTORY

After the death of Mary-Ann, Alain returned to his studies of the mechanical. He dedicated his life to bringing back his sister, never once considering what a lost cause such a goal would be. Her body was carefully reconstructed from nothing, and her personality programmed from his memories of her and whatever records he could find. But he was aging by time he succeeded, and so he built himself a body—one much less delicate, one made to endure. This machine became a copy of himself.And so the marionette and the machinated butler were all that remained of Alain Guillotin, and they were never found after his death.As a unit, they joined the Fatui, with the marionette Mary-Ann acting as their "face." She was, after all, the most sociable of the two, just as she had always been in life, and the most human in appearance. Eventually, through her work with automatons, she was granted the rank of the Seventh and given the title of "Sandrone."But her existence wasn't as autonomous as it seemed from a distance, and it was something the other Harbingers and the Tsaritsa were keenly aware of—Sandrone herself truly was just a marionette, her strings manipulated by the butler who held her life in his hands and her existence under his thumb. As the years passed, he became ever increasingly possessive and controlling, and kept her strings wrapped tightly around his fingers to keep her from wandering from his sight and sway.Until one day she took a knife and cut those metaphorical strings, putting down what remained of Alain inside that butler. The machine itself she left operational, rewriting its personality from nothing just as she had been. The façade of the marionette remained, but now it was secretly she who was pulling the strings.

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KAEYA ALBERICH

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DISCLAIMER While I do understand that there is some discrepancy with how Kaeya and Diluc refer to each other as things other than brothers in the original Chinese, they do still share an adoptive father who is referred to as such and they were therefore raised together, and so I will not ship them.

To be written...

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AL-HAITHAM

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DISCLAIMER I'm fairly disconnected from the fandom at this point and am not sure what the general consensus is, but an important note on my portrayal: I lean into Alhaitham as a foil to Dottore. There is a lot I could say on this topic, but it feels very obvious and borderline spelled out.I also do not adhere to the theory of Alhaitham being a reincarnation of King Deshret/Al-Ahmar. There is, however, something symbolic happening there with himself, Nilou, and Nahida representing King Deshret, The Goddess of Flowers, and Rukkadevahta in the present. A lot of Teyvat moves in cycles, whether literal or metaphorical, and those three being involved in putting Sumeru back on track is certainly a cyclical reference, a metaphor, universal karma.

To be written...

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ALEPH

FORMERLY ELECTROHYPOSTASIS

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DISCLAIMER This is an incredibly headcanon-based interpretation of the Electro Hypostasis. None of this makes sense with canon, very likely, and I do not care. I am playing in this space. I use a colorswap of Enkidu from the Fate series for a faceclaim for them.

Five hundred years ago, the world was a safer and much different place than it is now—on the surface, at least. Aleph—their original name long forgotten—was one human living in Mondstadt oblivious to the horror that would soon befall them.Unknown to the people of Teyvat, the people of Khaenri'ah and their wondrous art of Khemia would lead to their downfall in an event that would shatter the world as they knew it.It was in the initial impact of the Cataclysm and the way that it influenced the ley lines that Aleph was caught five hundred years ago, electro energy capturing them in its overflow. The human they were was killed instantly, their life force becoming a being of pure elemental energy referred to as the Electro Hypostasis.For five hundred years they were like that—inhuman and far from themself. It was only when a Traveler from beyond this world bested them in combat that they were purified and coalesced back into a human form.Now they're forced to adapt to a time they have never lived in and a world that no longer feels like their own. They stay in Mondstadt proper now, assisting the Traveler when they can to make up for their assistance with returning their cognition, even if on accident.

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MARGO

FORMERLY FATUIFOLLOWED

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DISCLAIMER Margo is an incredibly heavy and fucked up character. She is an ongoing experiment, and she delights in it in a way that is very obviously psychosexual. You've heard the Cicin Mages talk; now apply that same energy to upgrades and everything that has made her like that.Content warning for depression, trauma, depersonalization, passive suicide ideation, self-harm through others and risky behaviors as self-harm, human experimentation, extreme sadomasochism, borderline sexual harassment but not actually directed at anyone, and a bunch of other stuff probably.

Some people are born a little bit left of center, and when the world takes away everything they hold dear—they give in to despair.Her history burned away in a violent blaze, all Margo will say of her past is this: the world took too much from her and left her with nothing that made her care to feel human. The Fatui took a broken girl and made her something better. They took an apathetic monster and made the perfect weapon, and she let herself be molded willingly.And she just wants to keep getting better.

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NYARLATHOTEP

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DISCLAIMER THIS IS MY OWN INTERPRETATION OF NYARLATHOTEP. I have twisted the Lovecraft canon to my own reading and molded it to my ideals, taking inspirations from other sources. I have a few "set" avatars already created or in mind, but I am more than willing to make one up for any universe. Personally, I think Nyarlat should be in every story, even if just a side character.

A being more ancient than any humans can comprehend, Nyarlathotep is an outer god born of Azathoth. While he harbors no positive feelings for the race of humans, he turned his eyes to them as prime subjects to imbue and infect with madness and chaos. Roaming the earth in various guises and avatars over the course of humanity’s extensive and terribly brief history, Nyarlathotep plants the seeds of chaos wherever he roams.He is the messenger of the outer gods and the overseer of the Dreamlands. He is the only of his kin to be Awakened, and he is their heart and soul.

ESPIO

FORMERLY CAMOTIX

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「 you know espio. he thinks he can do anything. 」

The eldest and only child of the Jōnin of the Shinobi Clan, Espio grew up trained in the ways of the ninja. Ninja are mercenaries, hired for their skills with espionage and intel-gathering—and combat, when the need arises or that’s what they’re hired for. They do what others aren’t skilled enough or lack the stomach for, and they do it from the shadows with pride.But Espio has always had a sense of justice at odds with those shadowy actions—a belief in the triumph of good over evil, and without enough perception of the grey area in between. And when an undeserved second chance led to a betrayal that cut the clan deep with wounds of loss that would never heal, Espio left in the aftermath to forge his own path and never looked back.At first, they took on the role of a vigilante detective—following leads on the trail of evil to stop it at the source rather than taking cases. It was only after meeting Vector, with all his personal skills and business savvy, and Charmy, with all his impulsive optimism, that the Chaotix Detective Agency was founded on the belief of right over wrong… and making sure rent gets paid.

BACKSTORY & EXPLANATION

i have espio listed as having defected from his clan, which… is true through one lens and horribly reductive through another. it’s not like espio woke up one day and decided to abandon his family—he never wanted to leave. but things hit a point where espio could no longer accept being there and had to go.to explain how i got to this point, narratively speaking: with there being such a lack of consistency in sonic lore, i wanted to make something that references and honors former information while also working with what we can see of espio in the iteration that i primarily focus on in idw (although it’s not like the few games he’s been in do anything to mess this concept up anyway).to start at the beginning: i don’t care for the shinobi clan being this good clan with their hands tied. that’s not what ninja are historically and factually. they’re mercenaries, and i think that detail is important (and i’ll get to why in a bit). what we know of espio is they are very moral and very prone to action—and i’m referencing the archie plot when i say that his clan’s inaction was a huge point of contention for espio. and that’s on top of the fact that there was no true morality to the clan’s actions. they did what they were hired to do, and that’s what espio grew up with… despite their own moral code that was developing.and that all came to a head when someone betrayed the clan but provided a “good” reason and was pardoned. espio spoke up against this, but he was very young and his mother had already made up her mind.and then the clan was betrayed again, by the person the clan had forgiven. this betrayal was much more brutal and did result in lives lost. and this is part of why espio is so resistant to second chances, and part of why he snaps at sonic how he does—they’ve been here before, and they knew better.so espio left. their mother knew, but otherwise he slipped out undetected. she never answered questions about where he went.and it’s been years since he’s spoken to anyone.from there, espio was on his own. from the jp guidebook of knuckles’ chaotix, i’ve taken espio as a detective before vector and charmy and sort of twisted that into more… vigilante behavior. there was a time when espio was following leads on their own to snuff out evil at its source. there was no working with anyone. there was no business. he was acting on his own.when he met vector and charmy, the idea of forming a detective agency came about very organically. remember when i mentioned the mercenary thing coming back? is that not what detectives basically are? but the moral code shared by the three of them meant there was no inaction when called for. there was no that’s not our concern when help was needed. it was similar, but it was different. it was what espio needed.espio didn’t have a real choice in leaving his family. staying there would have broken him and everything he stands for now and could have resulted in more issues down the line. but now he’s found another.

PIERRE

FORMERLY SELFPRES

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DISCLAIMER: Pierre is from an original novel of mine, based on an original interpretation of Lovecraftian lore—specifically the Dream Cycle. Please do not steal any of the concepts, but please feel free to play in the space with me.

There are twists of time and space, of vision and reality, which only a Dreamer can divine.

Leaving this here for now but this wil be reworked to adhere to new canon.Évariste Beauchesne is nineteen and asleep in the back of his family driver's car when they're hit by another vehicle going way too fast on the narrow city streets of Bayonne. He's hit in the chest amid the crash and dies suddenly from cardiac arrest. Commotio cordis—his chest is hit over his heart with enough force at the wrong time to stop his pulse. By some stroke of luck, a bystander is able to perform CPR and start his heart once more, saving his life.He recovered, and to all appearances he was the same. But he was acutely aware of a shift in the innate apathy within himself. There was a hollowness to him that hadn't been there before, like something had been torn out of him when he died. He no longer Dreamed.Uncomfortable and antsy to leave the place that stopped feeling like home, he moved to the United States. There he started going by Pierre. He felt drawn to Boston, so he moved there and applyied for a job at AhnCorp—a weapons manufacturer and defense contractor—for a job as the executive secretary of the founder and CEO: Nikki Tesla. He was a strange man to interact with and work for, horrible and wonderful all in the same breath, and Pierre quickly found himself adapting to his boss' eccentricities. His own unflappability was a trait that was both appreciated and prodded at, and it didn't take much getting under his skin for Pierre to let him deeper still.What Pierre doesn't know until it's too late is that Nikki Tesla is Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, an Outer God from beyond the stars. He doesn't know that he reminds Nikki of a former human he found delight in tormenting, or that a century is but a second to such an ancient being. He doesn't know that when he died, the part of himself that was traversing the Dreamlands was torn away from him and trapped there. He doesn't know that the Outer God has plans in which he is an integral player. He doesn't know that these unknown factors will endanger his very being.With every passing day, Pierre becomes more and more aware of something out of place within himself. There are bleeding edges at the furthest outskirts of his consciousness which can only be reached in sleep, and something viscous and foul is taking root behind his ribcage.

ALTERNATE VERSES

secretary // genshin impact: Visionless and not particularly talented in any way despite being competent and smart, Pierre joined the Fatui like any other job. Of course, being Dottore’s secretary isn’t the most… secure job, but he’s used his own unique method of organization to both be useful and ensure job security. The one thing he can’t say is that the Fatui aren’t paying him enough, because they are.staff // the evil within : Taken in by MOBIUS beneath the Director at eighteen, Pierre has been working at a research-focused facility for years. He knows little of the events that transpired at Beacon, and he knows even less of Union as he was kept away from that project when a Core canditate he grew close to perished.survivor // dead by daylight : Pierre was pulled in by the Entity, and he's been unable to shake some lingering feeling of familiarity since then. Some part of him wonders if he's stuck in one of his dreams and, unusually, conscious during it... but it all feels so real...ally // malevolent : 1930s. Arkham, Massachusetts. There are things crawling through the fraying seams between dimensions, sowing the seeds of madness in a steadily crumbling world. While not in the thick of it, Pierre has caught the attention and lingers in the company of someone who may be...

SHANNON UMEMURA

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DISCLAIMER: Sacha is from an original novel of mine, based on an original interpretation of Lovecraftian lore—specifically the Dream Cycle. Please do not steal any of the concepts, but please feel free to play in the space with me.

All of my fears have been staring at all my doubts.

There isn't much to say about Sacha. By all appearances, he's normal and well adjusted—but beneath that appearance lies an obsession with the unnatural. One experience, one close encounter as a child, has its claws forever in him and refuses to let him go. Now he stays on forums, talking to others with similar experiences and sometimes investigating them in person if able.

JOSEPH ODA

FORMERLY FIGHTLEFT

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Joseph was born to Junichirō and Naomi Oda in Toronto the summer of 1981. He was a few years earlier than planned, but they adapted and made do. Junichirō worked an office job, and Naomi was a therapist still taking classes to become a psychologist—a goal she would reach later than anticipated, but would still eventually reach.Jennifer was born in line with the original family plan, making her five years Joseph’s junior instead of the planned two. The two were close despite the years between them and their stark personality differences, and Joseph was wrapped around his younger sister’s finger.Joseph was a studious child, usually alone despite being friendly. Becoming a detective was a fairly early calling—he was always drawn to crime dramas, including favoring reruns of Columbo and seeing the how of evidence coming together even when the culprit was known. He dual enrolled his final two years of secondary school, getting a substantial portion of his core classes out of the way by time he enrolled in university proper at the University of Toronto.He graduated in three years with a Bachelors in Criminology, and a month later he uprooted himself to the United States to attend the Krimson City Police Academy in November 2002. By the following spring he was a patrol officer, and by spring of 2005 he was promoted to detective in the Missing Persons Bureau and partnered with Sebastian Castellanos in March.Years passed, with the crime rate in Krimson City never getting under control—if anything, it seemed to get worse. They had a good team, but a good team wasn’t enough to set things right.(And, in February 2012, that good team was torn asunder. A fire caught at the Castellanos home, killing Sebastian and Myra’s daughter. It was a blow the entire force felt. A second blow came in September, when Myra left everyone behind. Joseph did what he could to support Sebastian through all this, but he was only one man, and Sebastian seemed more inclined to turn to drink than a shoulder to lean on.Desperate and knowing it may very well ruin their friendship forever, Joseph reported Sebastian to Internal Affairs in March. Nothing came of the investigation but tension between them, and time dragged on.)In 2014, he was unwittingly dragged into STEM by Mobius when investigating a disturbance call at the Beacon Mental Hospital, and in there he began to lose himself to the influence of STEM and the mastermind behind it: Ruvik. Joseph was able to fight off the influence, but not without it leaving his mental state in ruins—an already fragile psyche violently torn apart at all its weak points.Despite being shot, Joseph survived the ordeal in STEM and was taken into Mobius’ custody… and there he has remained for years, his ability to fight off the dominating influence of STEM something they’re keen to understand.

JULI KIDMAN

FORMERLY KIDMXN

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Cedar Hill was a rural town, without anything to offer except closed-off minds and a large church presence. Even before the mysterious famine struck, the church had too much sway on the community. Once it did strike, it began its steady pull of an already-negligent mother into its cult-like grasp, and by seven years old the church had hold over nearly the entire town.Juli Kidman grew up neglected in the shadow of a church she saw for the cult it was, and at fourteen years she took herself out of the situation with only a note.No one came looking for her, and she was glad.
Years later, once her juvenile record was too long for someone her age and her next mistake would put her behind bars, MOBIUS got to her upon an arrest.But she was already resistant to cults, and maybe that was why their indoctrination never set in as strongly as they anticipated. A loyal pawn, manipulated and used, but with a sense of duty to what was right more than the orders she was given. But there was promise in her, promise in the form of unpredictable expendability, and so she was kept under the Administrator's wing.But that forced loyalty could only last so long, and when someone started to gather allies to take MOBIUS down from the inside, Kidman was on-board. It was risky, and it could end her life, but this was the group that had taken so much from her already. It had taken so much from so many others.It may not have been the smart choice, but it was the right one—and she made it.

LILY CASTELLANOS

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DISCLAIMER: For reasons that are obvious, my interpretation of Lily is very headcanon-based. She is a child with no agency during the events of the second game, so I can only extrapolate from what's known of her as a child combined with what trauma and being raised by a single father such as Sebastian would possibly have her turn out like. I am also working on a TEW3 fic in which Lily is the protagonist and goes back into STEM—some of that may make its way here, because it's fun to write.

Much of her early childhood is a blur—the first happy years she was too young to remember much of, and then after that she was in the custody of the organization that staged her death and kidnapped her from her parents' home. At the time, everything was crystal clear. Looking back, though... the mind has funny ways of protecting itself, and the memories have become hazy at best save for the nights she wakes in a panic, heart hammering, afraid when she opens her eyes the room will be clinical, unlively space she lived in for so many years.It was a third of her life, and very formative years she will never get back.Now Lily does what she can to live with the trauma. She has stuck with art predominantly, despite a few attempts at getting into sports. She keeps to herself mostly, although she has a few friends.

DR STARLINE

FORMERLY TRICORES

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He once idolized Doctor Eggman, but those days are no more. Now he seeks to surpass his former idol and prove himself to be a superior replacement.

TIMELINES

remaster // canon : The canon IDW verse, encompassing everything leading up to Starline’s involvement in the plot through issue 50. This encompasses times he appears as a hallucination for Surge after 50, as well.remake // continuation : Post-50, Starline survives. His worldview shattered, he fades into the shadows to recuperate and regroup. His plan becomes to take over — this time his way, instead of Eggman’s way for Eggman’s sake.reboot // au : AU in which Starline is unable to bring Eggman back to himself. Eggman remains Mr Tinker, and Starline continues to hang around that wretched little town in hopes that one day the Doctor will return…

EVE

FORMERLY DEPENDENCEBORNE

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created during adam's panicked network-search for a way to survive (created from the other machine himself), eve is nothing less than intensely loyal and devoted to his brother. he lacks adam's fascination with humans and their culture, but he plays along with his whims in order to appease him and gain his affection and approval. unfortunately for eve, those whims got adam killed while he was told to stay behind.after discovering his brother's fate, he swore revenge on the androids who killed him, as well as all the others.this didn't go as planned, and eve was also killed after being forcibly separated from the network. (unknown to him, a version of his data was uploaded and secured before that fateful, final fight, effectively saving him in the network after his death.)after the fall of yorha and the repair of a select few android models, eve and adam were also rebuilt after establishing contact and forming an alliance with them from the remants of the network.note: depending on the ending or route achieved, a copy of eve's data may leave earth on the ark, accompanied by adam and possibly 9s.

KARIYA KŌKI

FORMERLY PULSEFELT

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A long-time harrier Reaper with no desire to move up in the ranks, Kariya is content in his role as a Reaper and how it allows him to observe the way Shibuya moves and grows around him. But there’s more to him than meets the eye, at least in regards to what he knows—he knows more than he should by appearances, although he won’t say how.A player in the Reapers’ Game some time ago, Kariya emerged victorious and decided to become a Reaper rather than return to his life in the realground. The details of his time as a player and how he became one remain a closely-guarded secret he dismisses with ease. (What he’ll never say is that his Game was far from a normal one, and thankfully no one else around for that game is in Shibuya anymore to divulge any details. He likes to hint that he’s had more than his fair share of brushes with people from the Higher Planes, though.)His time as a Reaper is much less guarded—although how long he’s been a Reaper is another story. But he enjoys his time on the front lines, able to move throughout the culture and conflict within a city as teeming with life as Shibuya. There’s nowhere he’d rather be, and he’s proud to call Shibuya his turf.He’s as much a part of this city as it is a part of him, and he has no desire to leave that behind for the sake of moving up in this wretched hierarchy.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Until I work out how I want this information to be accessible now that he's been moved over here (another carrd section, a google doc, crossposting to the multi, etc), I will just link to his old about page, which has several links for in-depth headcanons and analysis posts linked at the bottom.

LUXORD / LUDOR

FORMERLY FORTUNEGAMBLED

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A NOTE BEFORE WE BEGIN: I write Luxord with my own unique, albeit vague, theory. To summarize in the plainest terms that have the least chance of being proven wrong: Luxord is part of Brain's virus plan and knows that things are moving due to the box coming into play. You can read my jumbled thoughts about that theory over on his original blog.

Time may be the element chosen by Fate for his unexistence as a Nobody, but Time and Space have been entwined since the conception of either. Whether he was born in this time or another or in this space or another is unimportant — the fact that is important is that he is no longer beholden by the constraints of either.And that could have been the end of it.But Fate has a funny way of exerting its will, and a particular item was brought to his attention: nothing more than a simple black box. And so the long game was just beginning to get heated with the preliminaries out of the way, and it was finally time to reveal his hand..

TIME

Losing one’s heart and becoming a Nobody is an interesting trade-off. Yes, one loses their heart and ability to feel, but a few other abilities replace those emotions. More often than not, a magic attribute relevant to their personality, history, or interest will take hold, affecting their combat as well as their life; it’s impossible for magic to not have a cost of some sort, and this unrequested gift makes itself a nuisance in some ways despite being decidedly helpful in others.In Luxord’s case, the magical attribute he ended up with is Time. That seems a little vague, but he has the ability to manipulate time around himself and others near him. He could, feasibly, use this to shift the odds strongly in his favor, but he prefers a fair gamble. Instead, he uses it to up the odds and make a game more exciting. Things can move faster or slower, and there’s a feeling of a metaphysical hourglass in these situations. You can’t see it, but you can feel the time slipping away from you like the finest sand.This does, however, affect him in other ways when he’s minding his own business. Time around him is off. It’s easy to lose track of, and clocks and watches will slow or even completely halt when in his area of effect. (They can speed up as well if his emotions and stress are running too high, but this is a much rarer occurrence.)Music tends to mess up around him, the tempo thrown off even despite careful control.Once far enough away from him, though, time suddenly snaps back to the current time it should be, which can give an odd feeling of temporal whiplash as you’re suddenly thrown into what can feel like either the past or the present, depending.He isn’t impacted by this strange anomaly of time surrounding him, as it’s there at all times. It leads to people (humans moreso, less so other Nobodies) being uncomfortable around him for a reason they can’t quite explain.

STORY— METAPHORICAL

Losing one’s heart and becoming a Nobody is an interesting trade-off. Yes, one loses their heart and ability to feel, but a few other abilities replace those emotions. More often than not, a magic attribute relevant to their personality, history, or interest will take hold, affecting their combat as well as their life; it’s impossible for magic to not have a cost of some sort, and this unrequested gift makes itself a nuisance in some ways despite being decidedly helpful in others.In Luxord’s case, the magical attribute he ended up with is Time. That seems a little vague, but he has the ability to manipulate time around himself and others near him. He could, feasibly, use this to shift the odds strongly in his favor, but he prefers a fair gamble. Instead, he uses it to up the odds and make a game more exciting. Things can move faster or slower, and there’s a feeling of a metaphysical hourglass in these situations. You can’t see it, but you can feel the time slipping away from you like the finest sand.This does, however, affect him in other ways when he’s minding his own business. Time around him is off. It’s easy to lose track of, and clocks and watches will slow or even completely halt when in his area of effect. (They can speed up as well if his emotions and stress are running too high, but this is a much rarer occurrence.)Music tends to mess up around him, the tempo thrown off even despite careful control.Once far enough away from him, though, time suddenly snaps back to the current time it should be, which can give an odd feeling of temporal whiplash as you’re suddenly thrown into what can feel like either the past or the present, depending.He isn’t impacted by this strange anomaly of time surrounding him, as it’s there at all times. It leads to people (humans moreso, less so other Nobodies) being uncomfortable around him for a reason they can’t quite explain.

DEMYX / EDYM

FORMERLY WATERDANCED

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BEFORE WE GET GOING: I write Demyx with my own unique, albeit vague, theory. To summarize in the plainest terms that have the least chance of being proven wrong: Demyx (or Edym) was an original creation of the Master of Masters and friend of his, one who eventually became a vessel for one of the Darknesses. You can read my jumbled thoughts about that theory over on his original blog.

You feign ignorance. You act like you don't listen. Your laziness becomes a shield. Your pacifism becomes a comfort.

let’s make it quick: he’s from a time long forgotten by history and all save one other — or thirteen others, if you’re counting the darknesses.“but,” you point out, “one other plus thirteen darknesses is fourteen, not thirteen.” and yeah, you’d be right about that.but he isn’t just a survivor of that era: he’s a creation and part of someone whose name has been long lost to the passage of time and a vessel to one of the darkness in a sick twist of fate.

WATER

nobodies are, notably, not human and not meant to exist; because of this, they can be rather off-putting to those who are human. while his death was not by drowning, his affinity for water-based magic weaved its way into his formation as a nobody and impacted both his appearance and aura.he tends to run cold but doesn’t notice it—his hands are clammy at all times. looking directly at him, he looks completely fine and healthy, but glimpses of him from the corners of eyes, or while glancing over him, tells a different story—one of a boy who looks like a drowned corpse when you don’t have a solid view of him. this extends to his aura, as well, and if negative emotions run too wild those in his vicinity will experience a feeling of being deprived of oxygen because of water in their lungs, even if they’re breathing just fine. there is also a feeling of floating weightlessness, like one feels in a current, around him.this never quite rights itself upon recompletion.

KAIRI

FORMERLY LIGHTBORNE

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there's nothing but light held within your chest; there's never been anything else in there, and it's always felt like there's something you don't quite understand in others. (it doesn't help that you don't remember your past, which leaves you feeling displaced.)you love and you're loved, by adopted mothers and quickly-found friends. despite the belonging you find, you also know there's more. those voiced thoughts are the catalyst for everything that comes—and, years later, when standing in the shadows of the remnants of a war, you can't help but feel that things would have gone different without that desire to see and know more.but, in spite of all it broke, the war also reconnected; now you can travel freely to the world you were once from, and you can meet the people who call it their home. you can learn more, about your past and yourself. and maybe, just maybe, you can help them recover what's been torn from them, and what was torn from you.

STORY

as a young girl, kairi grew up in radiant garden with her grandmother. her parents passed away when she was young, leaving her in the care of her mother’s aging mother. she was a child of pure light, and due to ansem the wise’s curious nature as well as his generosity, the two were allowed to stay in a wing of the castle. during the catastrophe that destroyed her home, kairi was sent to destiny islands as part of the spell of safety keyblade master aqua had placed on her only months before. a side effect of the disaster and the spell was that she lost her memory in the process. (this, perhaps, is fortunate, as she is unable to remember her being kidnapped and subsequently experimented with as someone of a pure heart shortly before the world fell.)she was taken in by two kind women without a child of their own (the mayor and his wife), and she fell in easily alongside two boys from the islands: sora and riku. she quickly worked her way into their lives and their hearts.the rest of the story we know. she lost her heart within sora’s and regained it at hollow bastion after he freed his own to save her; while her heart was within him, she watched his journey while he lived it. she then spent a year alone on the destiny islands, living a normal life as a student while she forgot and feared for her friends who were off doing who-knows-what in other worlds. she was kidnapped by axel and then by saïx, and eventually got free with the help of naminé. she was reunited with riku first, who kick-started her ability to wield a keyblade—an ability that lay dormant in her heart since she was four years old. the two of them found sora, only to have them all separated again. kairi returned to the islands with mickey, donald, and goofy, waiting with bated breath for her friends to return.after that, she was done waiting. she could wield a keyblade, and when summoned by yen sid she confided in him her desire to help. he agreed that she should help, and she began her training with lea under merlin the wizard’s guidance.the prophesized clash of light and dark transpired, and she died, her heart torn easily from her body.sora didn’t let her stay dead, though, and she was brought back—at the expense of his own presence.with him gone, she couldn’t bring herself to stay at the islands for an extended period of time, and she moved to radiant garden—just for now, until sora returns, she told herself—in order to learn more about her past and to assist with the restoration of her childhood home, as well as to do what she can to assuage her guilt and help bring sora home.

THE MASTER OF MASTERS

FORMERLY PRIDECLOAKED

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A TEENSY LITTLE NOTE: I haven't messed with his stuff in, like, a long time. My current reigning theory is that the Master of Masters is Light itself. I don't have any sort of bio written with that in mind, so what's below is the one from the "mom is kh itself" theory of ye olden days. I've been here a while, kids. This ain't my first rodeo. We're playin' it fast, and we're playin' it loose. Have fun~

one day you just are. one day you just exist, but it’s not in the way humans do; you’ve had consciousness and a will for so much longer than you’ve been in this constrained form—a form you find you have to constrain even more to blend in.a black coat, then, to hold yourself together and protect yourself from the darkness of the world around you, and a name you give yourself to explain what you think you are: superbia. pride. superiority.a personality follows, something pulled organically from the myriad of people you’ve known to exist. it’s something light and playful; perhaps, if you thought about it, it would feel like a mask to hide who—and what—you truly are. how could anyone suspect someone so casual, so flippant, of being something so important? they can’t, and they won’t. not really.another title soon follows as you explore the depths of the light and the dark, learning what you can about the world you govern over in your own way. there’s something you learn about that bothers you: there’s a piece of you, or something parallel to you, that doesn’t exist except in concept. it’s called the χ-blade, and you know that it’s your protector, and that it holds power over you.it’s the key to what it is you are.and so you research it, and you find a way to create lesser weapons, but still powerful ones—keyblades, you call them as you bring them into the world. the new title you take is the master of masters, for you train six apprentices and name them masters beneath you.all six are special, separate from the ones they’ll train, and the ones who will be trained by them, so on and so forth. five are special in the same way, but one comes first—one is special in a way above all the others. luxu is first, and he’s always the favorite, and he’s the one you trust the most. (he’s a part of you, truly, split off from your own being and implanted within a vessel to grow.)this isn't your first time creating in this way, but things went so horrifically last time you refuse to think about it. the past is buried, and you start over.and the other five are created after, when you recognize that some people cope with loneliness, and others can’t. luxu is of the latter variety. spirits, then, created after several trials and even more errors. the twins, ira and invi, followed by fair ava. shortly after her is rowdy gula, and the last is brash aced. it’s a family, you all decide, and no one asks any questions. (well, they do ask questions about the strange family that lives in the clock tower, but it’s nothing about specifics.)you’re haunted by things. you’re haunted by knowledge and plagued by fear. there are separate worldlines, parallel and overlapping one another—some vastly different, some vastly similar—and you take this knowledge and you act on it. to peer into the future is what you decide to do, and somehow—in some way—it works before you’ve even done anything beyond taking an eye and putting it in a keyblade of your own.(your own. the thought feels wrong, because you shouldn’t really have a heart of your own. but you do, and that thought is more terrifying than anything up to this point.)your world, at this point, becomes something else. you write what you see, and you’re not sure if you writing it cements it or if ideas you consider impact things or if these are actions set in stone and you’re just recording them—you don’t know the extent of your own powers, but it’s too late to explore them now.you can’t tell them what you’ve done. you can’t tell them of the sneaking suspicion that you’re the reason the future can’t change—you can’t tell them that you caused the setup with the creation of these lesser keyblades in the first place and that you caused this war in the second. there is so much you can’t tell them, but there is so much you do.there are events, and there are people, and there are lives on the line. there is a war on the horizon now. there are worldlines to cross. people—children, much like your own but human—will die.most notably, you’ll disappear.fearing death is a human concept, and there are hearts within you, that make up who you are, that don’t want to die again. they’ve made peace with this existence, and now that’s being threatened. this fear is not yours, but sometimes it feels like it might be. you don’t want to disappear.but you can see a way, so you write it.this world will end. your children will be given roles. one—luxu—will be sent away to watch. the other five will play their part in the war. (they’ll disappear from this worldline as luxu does. they were always connected to him and his dreams, after all.) there are five more who will follow as leaders of the dandelions. one of them will be given your keyblade to pass on, and the rest will fly to the wind to flit between worldlines before settling. from there, everything will happen as it will. luxu will watch. the others will remain neither here nor there.(and you will watch luxu as he watches. you don’t like not having your eye on him, even if you get the necessity of minding his distance.)follow the book, you say, but it isn’t because the book is a proper guideline. it’s because they’d follow it anyway, even without it. you know they would.the future is written in ink and blood.and you know it works as soon as you choose to look into the future. you know he passes on the keyblade with how the eye spreads like a disease from heart to heart—and the irony is that you never once suspect that the fact that a certain level of darkness is necessary for it to manifest is a sign of how much darkness exists within yourself.(“kingdom hearts is light,” a boy says somewhere in the future, and you wonder if you would cry if you could.)you do have a heart, you realize, but it’s not like those of humans. it’s bigger. it’s stronger. it’s more threatening. there’s so much in it. terror. fear. emotion. hope. despair.you’re filled with all of these things and all you can do is wait.they all do what they’re set up to do, just as you knew they would.you knew it the moment you made the decision. you knew it as you wrote the future in your sloppy hand. you knew it when you helped them build their unions, when you passed those books into their hands, and when you gave them their roles.they were always going to succeed, and all seven of you knew that the only way to succeed was to fail.and you do.you all do.to ever think you were something other than what you are was a sin of pride.to ever think you were capable of changing things was your folly.you knew your role the entire time. why, then, did you ever think you could be something more than this gathering of people and places who have actually existed?(but soon, you know, there is another war. “soon” is subjective, but when you cease to exist, time becomes easy to confuse. but there is another war, and it’s in another worldline where the first war is all but legend spread by the dandelions on the wind, but there’s another war, and you’ll be brought into this world. you’ll be brought back, and luxu will be there waiting like he was told, and the rest of your children will be called. you’ll all be reunited again. as for what happens after that? well… you’ll see.)

FUTURE SIGHT

the future, once seen, cannot be changed.it’s a simple law of things, but a heartbreaking one. you see, if one can see the future but it was allowed to change, the person in question would see every possible outcome all at once—and so, once viewed, the path currently set upon becomes the only possible one.when he made the decision to send his eye forward with luxu, the master saw a future set out before him. it was a future full of death and the conquer of darkness over light. he saw more than he let on, of course; the book of prophesies was only written to be relevant to his children, the foretellers. however long ago that was, he isolated that event and disappeared, biding his time.a reunion would happen soon enough, and he would bide his time until then.

SPIRITS

spirits—or dream eaters, as they’re now known—are creations (or was it discoveries?) of the master. they’re creatures who do as their modern name suggests and eat dreams, quite literally. this can aid in providing a good night’s sleep due to the fact that nightmares in particular are delectable to them! the downside is that all dreams taste good to some degree.the five union leaders—ira, invi, ava, gula, and aced—are all spirits of the master’s creation. they’re connected strongly to luxu (they were created for his sake, after all).

HORI CHIE

FORMERLY GORELOVED

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Hori grew up as the only child of a regular family. Both of her parents worked, and it was when she got her first cheap camera at the age of eight that her love for photography began. There was never any rhyme nor reason to her photography; she just took pictures of things that fascinated her.As she grew, she was smart enough to maintain a scholarship to the school closest to her house—Seinan Gakuin University. It was here that she met Tsukiyama Shuu after taking a picture of him feeding and discovering his identity as a ghoul. She didn’t care to out him to anyone, and they two became odd friends.From then on, she began working as an information broker, although she was loyal to Tsukiyama and through him Furuta.Her pictures of the Dragon incident in Tokyo quickly give her quite a name in the photography world.

JOHN STEINBECK

FORMERLY PROPAGATES

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His hands are stained red with blood, and his neck is mottled with scars and scabs and bandages. He may be just a boy, but his eyes are tired behind his bright smile. (He'd do anything for his family, even if the things he does make him feel too guilty to return home to see them.)

STORY

He's born in Northern California, but when he's four the family moves to Oklahoma to combine households with his maternal uncle's family. Middle of nowhere, United States. At least that's what it feels like. There's nothing but farmland as far as the eye can see, lined faintly by mountains in the distance. These are usually obscured by fog or clouds, and he doesn't see them in person until he's ten. He's the second child, born three years after Rosasharon. He's named John, and he's loved dearly. Ruthie follows six years later, and Winfield eight.Farm life is uneventful, which is only something he'll learn later as he looks back on his youth. It's uneventful, but also harsh. There are years of near-starvation. There are animals to butcher. There are attacks by wild animals on livestock. There are accidents with machinery. Blood and death have never scared him, but he's never known the death of another human.There's a brutal, violent attack at dusk one day. It happens in the vineyard—one farmhand against another—and John is the one who stumbles across it, maybe a bit too late. It's senseless violence, and without thinking, he intervenes. He's younger, only sixteen, and inexperienced with fighting, and he's thrown off easily, callous palms tearing open on the ground.That much makes sense. That much he can understand. What happens next, he can't.Something lodges in the cut; it's a small pebble, his subconscious tells him as he pushes himself to his feet. But it's not a pebble, and in that moment he feels an extension of himself that he's never known before.He doesn't remember the first time his hands are stained red. (That’s the lie he tells. He remembers every vivid detail of what he did, of how senselessly violent he became in his rage. Or, maybe, he was terribly sensible, and that's the scariest part.)He's resigned himself to a life in prison when something strange happens. He’s brought into an empty interrogation room, and the minutes tick by achingly slow as he waits, and waits, and waits, head buried in his hands. Finally, someone enters, and it's not an officer, or a lawyer, or anyone he recognizes.It’s a man, tall and beautiful and put-together in a way that screams about not belonging here in this small-town prison. The man takes the seat across the table, resting his arm too-comfortably on the table. “Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald. And you must be John Steinbeck.” John doesn't respond, expression steely and exhausted against the too-warm tone. “A newfound ability user who lost control. Not an unusual story.” He relaxes into his seat, which is impressive, given how uncomfortable they are. “The eldest son of a poor farming family. Your family is going to starve if you rot here, won't they?”This earns a reaction, the start of an angry snarl of what do you want? but he's cut off by an unconcerned raised hand. “A simple check and I can have your crime erased completely. Forever. At no cost to you, either, might I add, except promise of paid employment to me. It would help keep your family afloat, even without you around.”John understands what's not said. He understands that he has no other choice. It's life under this rich bastard, or it's life locked up behind bars. He understands, and he hates this man instantly, and he smiles.He becomes a weapon, and the grapevines are naught but tools of his wrath. He takes out his anger on those he's told to.His hands are stained red with blood, and his neck is mottled with scars and scabs and bandages. (He’s learned over the past few months that stronger blood flow means stronger, more plentiful vines.) Quickly he proves his competence as the member of the Guild (so Fitzgerald calls it), and he's trusted if only for that competency. A few months in, and he's given a partner. He's years older, and apparently under Fitzgerald's employ. To Steinbeck, he seems like he also doesn't want to be here. Lovecraft is his name, and it doesn't take much time with him for Steinbeck to realize that he's not like everyone else in the Guild.While Steinbeck is rather reserved within himself, not the outwardly-happy man he becomes later, there are open conversations. Lovecraft doesn't have an ability, he learns, because he's not human. Still, that doesn't negate the similarities in what they can do, and there's a camaraderie between the two of them that comes across in good teamwork.Lovecraft is allowed to rest for four years, and that familiarity is torn away without much warning.The Guild grows during this time. New members join as the years pass, and their goal begins to take something more like a tangible form. While previously Fitzgerald seemed to be searching for an idea, now he has something tangible he was after: a book. No one knows anything about it—Steinbeck suspects that Alcott knows more than anyone else, more than even him, despite being in the Guild for two years less.Steinbeck does his own growth during this time, as well. He's all but abandoned the given name of "John" in favor of just going by Steinbeck to all but those closest to him. His teenage angst has also faded into a brighter demeanor, and no one (not even himself) knows if it's just a facade to conceal the dark depths of self-loathing within, or if he truly exists as both at the same time.He greets Lovecraft with a bright smile and a chipper "Hey, Lovecraft!" when he returns after four years in preparation for the Guild's planned trip to Japan.Things are set in motion now, and he'll continue to stain his hands even darker shades of red.

THE GRAPES OF WRATH

in a rather violent, if simple, action, steinbeck cuts his skin just deep enough to slide a grape seed into the wound. near-instantly, vines sprout from the wound. small roots take hold within his flesh, and the strength and size of the vines is made stronger when planted in an area with stronger blood flow (this is why he most often targets his neck when going into a fight). he can control these vines to attack or restrain opponents, to defend himself, or to sense the vibrations of movement. he can also graft the vines to nearby flora with touch alone, connecting himself to the nature around himself. this extends the reach of his attacks, as well as the reach of his ability to sense others.

NIKOLAI GOGOL

FORMERLY VIOLENTJESTS

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the fool looks out over a cliff—but where he sees hope in the landscape with the sun shining behind him, you only see despair in the void and feel the burning of the sun on your shoulders.he laughs in the face of violence, but only when the facade is up. beneath the mask, guilt weighs heavy in his chest. it clasps tight around his ankle like a chain, clips his wings and ties him down.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

MINEGISHI TOSHIKI

FORMERLY PLANTESPER

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you've always been quiet—loyal, following without much thought (for what was there to think about?). but now things are different; now, you follow your own heart and make your own rules. your responsibility is to yourself, for the first time in what feels like forever. (it's strange, but you're learning to accept the changes that come with it.)

STORY

they're born to parents who can't afford a child—an accidental pregnancy a year after marriage—and they're adopted by their father's sister and her husband. they're good guardians, but maybe a mistake was not calling themselves the child's parents. knowledge of and occasional visits from their biological parents mix easily with the emotional distance they were born with, and it results in a perpetual wall between themself and those who raised them.they never have many friends, if any, during their youth—they're too callous and standoffish, with a low tolerance for the loud and chaotic nature of other children. there are a few friends here and there, but time and lack of investment causes them to drift easily. they're more prone to solitude than socialization.but plants, though—plants they've always adored, content playing with wildflowers and weeds. it's not obvious at first what that reason is, but when they're nine they start to understand—plants listen to them, except it's not through listening in the usual sense. they're connected to plants directly, their energy—their self—branching out to touch them. their emotions influence the plants in their surroundings, and it's years later when they finally find the name for what they are—a psychic, an esper. it's even later when they figure out that their strength (and only talent) is chlorokinesis.the friendships they have are few and far between and shallow, and now there's another level of division forming; they know no one else like them, and they won't for several years.their life progresses uneventfully when it comes to their psychic abilities, although their personal life takes several turns—explorations of gender and sexuality, transition paid for with money from a boring and suffocating warehouse job, years of trudging through life and unfulfilling work, later more exploration of gender now that the dysphoria is under control and they feel more comfortable to truly examine things. they're comfortable in themself, but work still sucks. they don't talk to their family.they don't like plants.someone seeks them out with an idea—a bad one, they'll see when they look back on it years later—and they're bored enough and need something to support bad enough to accept the cause as their own. they're loyal, and responsible, and it's during their time as part of this organizaton—CLAW—that they begin to understand the true strength of their ability. their dutiful nature and raw strength quickly put them in among the strongest and most trusted. despite their annoyance at some particular coworkers, this feels good. they do well here.(they date, too—a ghost-loving esper with potential and an annoying personality they can't help but be fond of. but that doesn't last as long as it could; he's part of a mass uprising that gets violently snuffed out. they break things off with him once they learn the truth about the group and how all of them have been branded useless and expendable. it's to protect themself, of course, and to keep there from being any doubting of their position as immensely loyal.)time passes, and the plan is eventually enacted, and they fail. they're nearly killed, but their life is spared, and they can't help but doubt everything up until this moment. despite their injuries, they stand up to help—they stand up against the boss, against the organization, that they've been so loyal to for so long, and then... that's it. they have to adjust as part of society.they get a job in a flower shop, although lately they've begun to realize they're tired of working for anyone. they're saving and planning to open their own shop—ideallly sooner rather than later—and trying to become a better person: someone nicer, someone who once again cares for the plants they've only viewed as tools for so many years.they're doing their best, and that's all anybody can ask of them.

CHLOROKINETIC ABILITY

minegishi was born with their specific chlorokinetic ability; while they don’t truly come into those powers for the first time until they’re twelve, since they were born they’ve felt a comfort around plants—and a sort of latent, stressed vulnerability when there are none in their surroundings. this is because, unlike most psychics, who generate and contain their own aura close to their bodies, minegishi’s aura spreads through plants in their surroundings. there’s no visible aura of power that surrounds them, no matter how closely one looks. when there are no plants, their aura has no place to settle, and it leaves them in a near-panicked and antsy state.they’ve never been able to use any other sort of psychic ability, either; they can see spirits in the way all (or at least most) psychics can, but they’re no good at dealing with them, and even their awareness of them is at times slightly different—sensing energies isn’t a strong suit, be it of spirits or other espers. they also have no potential for other sorts of powers, and don’t bother trying anymore.their chlorokinesis knows no bounds, though, except for the fact that their powers only apply to plants containing chlorophyll; it isn’t, however, restrained to the parts containing chlorophyll, as they can control the roots and fruits of these plants. there’s no real limit to the amount of plants they can create or influence, although if they’re weak and injured the plants they control will behave in kind—they are, after all, channeling minegishi’s aura, and their state of being impacts the plants directly.as for communication with plants: it’s not verbal in any way, although they can talk verbally to the plants and be understood in a way other people aren’t. it’s more analogous to the chemical-based communication plants often share with each other. they can pick up on these and understand and communicate this way.

RED SON

FORMERLY VILLAINSPEECH

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SMALL NOTE: While Red Son is the version in Lego Monkie Kid, I do take inspiration from Journey to the West as well as other materials involving the figure known as Hóng Hái-er, Shàncáitóngzǐ, and Sudhana. Specifics of this interpretation are mine.

STORY

born the first and only child of the demon bull king and princess iron fan, red son seemed to be exceptionally powerful and promising—but the very samadhi fire that had so much promise was the very thing that endangered his own existence and that of the entire world. in order to save the child and the world itself, a ritual was performed to remove it from the child and seal it away forever.some flames lingered, but the true samadhi fire was lost to him.while the truth of its connection to him and his violent severance from it was kept a secret from red son—was it out of shame, mother? father?—it wasn’t enough to keep him from seeking knowledge: on the subject of the fire, on other ways to prove himself as useful to his parents, on the celestial plane, on their adversaries.there is more coming but i ran out of energy for now

HIROMU & HIROMI

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children of an archon and a spirit, they’ve taken almost everything after the latter—and once the archon they knew as their mother commanded the shogunate to push spirits to hiding or to destruction, she ceased being their mother in any affectionate way. now they exist hiding in plain sight, eccentric but always flitting too quickly to be caught from place to place. they wouldn’t leave inazuma even if they could. it’s far too fun watching this play out.

HUEY LAFORET

FORMERLY THISCALAMITY

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the witch’s son. a child with tragedy flowing through his veins. a being of pure apathy.the lake took his mother, and cold steel and the sea took his love.he’s born in a small, nameless town in rural france. he’s one of a few children his age in a village of three hundred people at the most. he’s happy, and he’s kind, and he’s so loving. his world is small, but it’s so full of promise and love.his tenth birthday shatters that illusion when his mother is taken away by supposed inquisitors under suspicion of being a witch; she’s tortured for countless days, and the boy is soothed and cared for by the people of the town he so loves. his mother is tried, and she announces that those who accused her are the true heretics. she drowns to prove her innocence and condemnation, and those who accused her are the very ones who had comforted him.he learns then that people are cruel, and they cannot be trusted.(there are things from this time he remembers—his mother’s smile, the lake, the fires, the screams. there are things from this time he does not remember—the boy only a few years older than him who came in with the inquisitors. the former shapes him, and the latter haunts him down the line.)he’s taken by a kind old man from rural france to a port city in italy—lotto valentino. here he attends school in the third library, as an alchemist, and it’s here that he steels his heart and eventually allows love in again.there’s a confession from a timid girl in his class, and the arrival of a strange boy who only wants to see sincere smiles, and the unwilling defense of a girl who doesn’t want to be alive. these are the events that set the pendulum swinging, counting down the six years that lotto valentino as it stands has left. (those six years are preceded by what can only be described as a restructuring of sorts, and they end in fire. the interim is a story of love and loss that the boy—the man—would rather keep locked away.)a promise to meet again propels him forward, and an unfettered will and unadulterated apathy form the footpath of his journey. homunculi, his daughters, experiments, enemies, friends, even himself—they’re all merely materials for his experiments.time passes without its usual restraints.

MONICA CAMPANELLA

FORMERLY THISCALAMITY

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most of the story remains the same.there’s a girl born as the youngest and only daughter to the heads of the boroñal family of spanish nobility: maribel boroñal. she’s loved dearly, by her parents and her older brother, and life is good.that is, until she’s ten and at a party hosted by the most powerful of the spanish family—the dormentaires. the eldest son of that family sets his predatory sights on the young girl like so many before her, and her parents die in her defense. in a dazed state of shock and numb sensation, she kills him before he can take her life as well.in exchange for the silence of the sudden heir of the boroñal family and the traumatized girl, they’re moved to italy, and the girl has her identity stripped from her and a new one foisted upon her: monica campanella.it’s here that she becomes both a student of alchemy and a serial killer, donning the name and persona of the mask maker to exact vengeance on those who ruin so many innocent lives. she moves in the shadows of lotto valentino, but she can’t stay in the shadows forever.she falls in love, and she makes friends, and as lotto valentino begins a steady decline into more and more unsteady unrest, they form the mask makers together as an organization.things still shatter: the group separates after a mysterious play by a renowned local playwright outs the past huey confided in her, and she goes into hiding when he leaves the city, electing to stay with her brother, where no one will find her. (it’s during this time that huey visits spain and strikes up a deal with lucrezia de dormentaire, although that won’t be relevant for over a year.)huey returns and the two reconcile, and for months they’re officially a couple. it’s towards the end of these months that they discuss marriage, albeit without any legal standing. and then another mysterious play surfaces, this one detailing monica’s past and an ending that hasn’t happened yet. the two of them are obviously the main players, and they fear being hunted by the citizens of the city that has become their home.but the difference is this:monica doesn’t turn herself in. despite the tightening grip of the dormentaire family on the port city and the pressing threat on the alchemists, she goes into hiding alongside huey. other alchemists have to hide, as well, and so the plan to board the advenna avis and set sail to the americas is set into motion.lotto valentino descends into what can only be described as a civil war, albeit with no clear lines drawn. the mask makers have spread in their reach, and the dormentaire family wants to maintain its hold over the city. there’s unrest, and there’s fighting. getting out alive seems hopeless as the noose tightens.(in the middle of all of this, monica’s pregnancy is revealed, and the child is born safely and in good health. but sailing as it is is dangerous, and through elmer they reach out to niki to watch over the infant for them until they can meet again, once the danger has subsided.)but there was a deal with lucrezia, who is a woman of her word, and she stages an act against the plans of her own house to ensure the alchemists can leave aboard the advenna avis and their knowledge not fall into the hands of any other european family that may be seeking power.lotto valentino goes up in flames and explosions.the alchemists sail to america and become immortal on the way.the mask makers show up slowly on this new soil alongside a new counterfeiting operation, and the two sides (vigilante action in the shadows and experiments for the sake of maintaining power and progression) are forever entwined.and the world keeps on turning, one day at a time, with an endless future set out before them.

YUUDAI KENMOCHI

FORMERLY GHOSTCAMERA

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and i found myself in wonderland, you see? it's not an uncommon story: one of those kids living alone to attend school in tokyo. dull. ordinary. boring. life is life, that is ——— until it isn't. suddenly life isn't at all what it was, and what it wasn't now is... naturally. it's a shame, then, about the ending ——— there's nothing natural about it.

STORY

an average student living in tokyo to attend school, there was nothing special about yuudai. there still isn’t, in this world they found themself falling into (quite literally, as they were knocked off the rainbow bridge promenade on an evening walk with a friend by a black carriage that seemingly barreled out of nowhere)—magicless and without a way to return back to their own world. yuudai took the only opportunity for survival presented to them: work for and attend the strange night raven college as half a student (with the magical half being a talking cat named grim), and wait for the flaky headmage to uncover a way to send them home.but of course the school couldn’t be just a school, and things go horribly awry.

JADE LEECH

FORMERLY GNAWINGTEETH

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born in the often-unforgiving coral sea, jade was one of an inumerable amount of offspring to biological parents he never got the chance to know (for such is the way of moray eels and the merfolk who share their traits). he found one of his siblings and the two chose each other to live their lives out together as inseparable twin brothers. they raised themselves and each other, and so they grew up cunning. when they're children, their dangerous and cunning ways only become more pronounced as they're taken in by a couple who front an undersea crime syndicate and raised in that cutthroat environment.in their early teens they eventually befriend a boy they've known in passing for a while, although the definition of friendship is loose. he's impressively intelligent and talented, and he's a schemer. jade in particular appreciates those aspects of him—and with floyd finding him fun to be around, the leech brothers fall in alongside azul ashengrotto.coming on land to night raven college is a strange learning experience, but now into his second year he definitely has his land legs both literally and metaphorically.

CATER DIAMOND

FORMERLY QUATRED

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NOTE: Turns out I never did a bio for Cater and I'm unsure if I'll ever get around to it, so to fill in this space I'll make the disclaimer that I write Cater based around his JP characterization, not his horrible EN characterization. He is cutesy, not memey.I also do write Cater as a transfem egg. Eventually she will come to that realization, but only after graduation and a lot of time figuring herself out. Because of my very introspective, flow-of-consciousness narration style, I will be using he/they pronouns for Cater in narration as questioning has started internally but externally Cater still presents as a 100% cis man.

BARNEY GRAVES

FORMERLY MAGICALSHIFT

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BRIEF SUMMARY: Turns out Graves never got a biography written out either, so a quick summary: He is a noble from a city that was once an old kingdom that borders the Coral Sea. He is childhood friends with Prince Rielle, his family being loyal to the Nerites family for generations. He is the only child of two parents older than other parents of those his age, and as such he's been given a lot of responsibility and freedom to grow into a young man capable of taking over the family name.

NIKOLA TESLA

FORMERLY TESLATHOTEP

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the fall of civilizations. the instigator of wars. the cause of several divorces (and counting!).he's had many names—god of a thousand forms, stalker among the stars, messenger of the outer gods—but only one is his true name: nyarlathotep. (and even that is simplified for the human tongue and masked by a human persona and face.)nikola tesla he's called, and he'll live comfortably with that mask until he gets bored.

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a being more ancient than any humans can comprehend, nyarlathotep is an outer god born from azathoth. while he harbors no positive feelings for the race of humans, he turned his eyes to them as prime subjects to imbue and infect with madness and chaos. roaming the earth in various guises and avatars over the course of humanity’s extensive and terribly brief history, nyarlathotep plants the seeds of chaos wherever he roams.humans don’t need to know this information, though, and so they won't —so let’s fast forward a bit, why don’t we?nikola tesla is his most recent avatar, one primed with a secret backstory and an ability to explain away any non-human abilities he displays on a whim. lately he’s taken to keeping a watchful eye on the ability users gathered in yokohama, as the scent of the chaos they created drew his attention…

NIKKI TESLA

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Fed up with the stagnant isolation his state as the only Awakened one of his kin and unable to act on his own on anything that may contradict Azathoth's will, Nyarlathotep has begun to set some pieces in motion for a payoff that will surely shake up this pathetic, silly little world.

KNDR, "KARDINAL"

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Kardinal units are known for their familiar faces and unforgettable personalities. You've never met her before, have you?