Fill this with your muse’s information
Name: Tai Gambol
Gender: Usually Male
Age: Time stopped returning his calls
Parents: Father: Ink. Mother: Mius
Love interest: Katherine Rascal
Positive personality trait: Fiercely loyal to family
Negative personality trait: Callousness towards ‘bit players’.
Weapon of choice: Heavily customized Smith & Wesson Model 629 revolver.
Weak or strong physically: Strong.
Weak or strong mentally: Strong.
Selfish or selfless: Selfish.
Something my muse is good at: Acting.
Something my muse is bad at: Knowing when not to act.
Good memory: Getting Kate dancing
Bad memory: Confronting Tiran
Optimist, pessimist, realist, cynical: All of them at once
(i.e. ‘I ate all he cookies in the house and lied about it with crumbs over my face’)
Military Sign Language
YES, this is very relevant to my interests…
HUGE pet peeve of mine, I see it a lot in TV shows. The troops are walking quietly toward their objective. The leader holds up his hand in the halt signal and then
"THE ENEMIES ARE OVER THERE GUISE"
The whole point of these hand signals is to be silent so the close range enemies you’re about to engage DON’T HEAR YOU GIVING COMMANDS
though why I’m still expecting sense out of tv shows I don’t even know
Darck literally smacked her palm into her forehead. In that motion that says ‘Could Have Had A V-8’ type of look. “Oh god, I’ve been so busy lately, it completely slipped my mind. God damn it, I am so sorry, Tai. Shit.”
She waved her hand in the air a moment, and reached to the side. Pulling open a drawer of her desk. “I actually have all the paper work in a folder for you already. I just have not organized it, and forgot to hand it too you. And, your timing is rather perfect.” Pulling a vanilla colored folder from the confines of the desk, she plopped it onto the solid surface, sliding it over towards the fennec. “Fill these out. And yes, external consultants and assistance is all right. Just try not to drag them into harms way if it can be avoided. We can not always pay for their injuries or consult their families if the worst happens.”
The fox stretches lazily, pulling a pen out of… somewhere, did he have it in his pocket? Didn’t look like it, but hey.
"Awesome, no paperwork to fill out ‘bout them? Saves me some trouble. No worries on the injuries front, they’re family’a mine." Now there’s a terrifying prospect - there are more of him? “Lessee. Name. S’always a good start.” Scribble, scritch - his handwriting is the kind of messy you have to work really hard to get, the careless-yet-perfectly-legible scrawl. “Known Aliases… Do I gotta list all’a them? Does it count if yer name’s a species’ word fer death?”
If you didn’t see complications with paperwork coming a mile off, you probably don’t know the fennec all that well.
Meaning that if my character angers your muse, it’s okay that yours reacts violently, especially if that is the nature of your character.
But you do not get to kill them without my permission.
Darck stared the Fennec down, one eyebrow twitching. Eyes narrowing slightly behind her purple sunglasses.
Why, of all people and creatures, and all the possibilities in the universe, it had to be this person. And yet, for some reason, it made sense. Considering what this guy could do, the level of talent and powers he had was on par with her own. Just in a different way.
Throwing both arms up, Darck groaned.
"Of course, it would have to be you. I should have seen that coming.”
"In fairness? Nobody ever sees me comin’. S’sorta my job." He’s rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"…If it makes ya feel any better I ain’t got any plans on doin’ it on purpose? So s’at least gonna be a screw-up rather’n a backstab." Pause. "Unless you were gonna fuck with my family, then it’d probably be a backstab. But ain’t like you’d admit it if y’were, so yeah, probably not intentional?”
“‘Course, if y’were gonna fuck with my family, knowin’ I’d betray you for it might make ya change your mind now, so maybe y’were better off decidin’ to do that ‘fore now…” And now he’s contemplating time paradoxes. “But then if y’changed yer mind, I wouldn’t be gettin’ you killed, an’ the thing wouldn’t go off, so y’wouldn’t have changed yer mind, so I’d getcha killed, so the thing’d go off, so you’d change yer mind, so…”
This is a loop that can go on forever it seems.