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Annie Westwind is an Original Character
Annie Westwind
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 5'3
WEIGHT/BUILD: 140lbs, she is petite but muscular which Eriko Nakao herself is not so none of the pictures of her really suggest 8')
GENDER: Female, was raised in an environment where gender mattered a lot and the importance of being female was pushed at her quite a lot.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Walking disaster, remorseless bag of ho
HAIR: Her hair is dyed very platinum blonde, but she also hasn't been able to upkeep that dye job in a while so her dark roots are showing by now and she hates it.
EYES: Brown
ORIGIN: Earth, the Academy which was plopped down in the Minnesota countryside by an alien....
LANGUAGE: Native English speaker, knows a shit ton of others.
First Tier: French, German, Dutch, Portuguese, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Russian.
Second Tier: Mandarin, Afrikaans, Hindustani, Arabic, Korean.
Third Tier: Can guess her way through simple conversations in other languages.
VISION
Normally Annie dresses like trash. Very punk with a mix of crazy japanese street styles. So pretty much the more it looks like she literally pulled her clothes out of a garbage can, the happier she is with it. So the Hyrypia burka is probably an improvement for her.... And obviously she hates it. She's also generally pretty exposed because she's shameless, before she started wearing the wrap to keep her goo under control it was just unfettered titties all the time. So in short this mission outfit is torture. Literal torture don't you understand?
Anyway, she's very slouchy and loose limbed, gestures and moves around a lot. Can contort herself into all kinds of ridiculous positions, so you can find her sitting in weird ways when she's drawing or things like that. She's just not restrained in her physical environment, very haphazard and confident in that realm.
SOUND
I'm reminded of Annie's voice by Banks's singing voice (which is a bit raspier than her speaking voice), but with the speech patterns of Azealia..... Azealia Banks Bitchiest Moments.
Annie's speech is... very loose. She just sort of slots together things that go together rhythmically and doesn't always entirely care about the content of what she says. She's not exactly 100% human or sane, so this is how she's coped with the need to fake full functionality. If you think she's an annoying loudmouth now, you should have seen her when she was still a druggie.
SCENT
Nothing interesting to report here, honestly. She keeps particularly clean because she's always wiping up her goo.
MIND
Annie's mind is a bit of a known at this point. Much like her relationship with physical space, she's pretty haphazard with psychic space as well. She doesn't really try to control herself. Annie is both the human you see, as well as the life force/sentience of another world, and this makes her relationship with psychic space pretty different. She's always had an expansive mental plane to interact with, and a telepathic connection to it. She's had that relationship her entire life and she's not particularly interested in changing her way of interacting with it just for you guys...
This has thus far made contact with her mind turn immediately into a monster movie. On the psychic plane, she feels like a monster. You'll be looking at this tiny buff baby in the real world, but you're being observed by a not-quite-god with too many eyes and too many slimy limbs in the psychic world.
It is finally improving, but mostly because Noctis and Nyx have figured out how to do her shielding for her. For Annie, they are kind of like denizens of her now, part of her ecosystem and so she finds she's able to allow them to have an effect on her overall state. She lets them spread mist and smoke to obscure the details of what she is, which can make her a bit more palatable... when necessary. They developed this in order to help keep the robot ponies calm enough for her to ride them.
The last little note about Annie is that her memory is based a lot around people's faces, so I made a little quick face dictionary for ones that come up a lot.
MISC.
Cannot survive without coffee and cigarettes. Recovering addict, so every world they go to she's very wary about alien substances possibly causing her to get high and demands other people play guinea pig for her first. She doesn't drink and she doesn't use and she can get quite upset when other people are bleeding their inebriation into the group at large.
Does the art, is always sketching shit out of other people's memories. You should hit me up if you want her to draw something from your character's world/history/etc.
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bellamy blake / the 100
Bellamy Blake
On this particular mission, memories of his time in Mount Weather are close at hand. Bellamy is very aware that they're infiltrating and that they'll die if they fail. He thinks a lot about killing Lovejoy in Mount Weather and taking his uniform. He's just thinking about Mount Weather a lot, full stop, because a lot of the circumstances are similar enough to keep it present in the background of his thoughts. He's also thinking about Octavia more than usual, which is a feat because he almost always has Octavia kicking around in the back of his head. He is always aware of where Clarke, Murphy and Lexa are. He is full of skepticism and worry about this mission, and wants it over with as fast as possible.AGE: 23
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'10" or therabouts
WEIGHT/BUILD: Heavy. He's fairly lean but very muscular. He'd be a pain to drag around.
GENDER: Male
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: #complicated
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown
ORIGIN: Earth, several generations after nuclear fallout destroyed the planet.
LANGUAGE: English with a smattering of Trigedasleng.
VISION
When left to his own devices, Bellamy typically throws his guard jacket over a t-shirt and dark-colored pants. Basically, he hasn't strayed very far his typical canon outfit. He doesn't like anything ornate or elaborately patterned. Anything fancy he's had to buy for either the gala on Concordia or the club at Waypoint as black and sleek and abandoned pretty much the minute after he was finished with it. On the Station he's typically carrying a book either in his back pocket or under his am.
Bellamy's posture is decent. It's clear he had some military training at one point in his life. He crosses his arms a lot, doesn't talk with his hands. His face is painfully expressive. He has a scattering of freckles over his nose and cheeks, and a scar on his upper lip.
Lexa picked out his robes for this mission. He's wearing a very rich navy blue ensemble which he resents. Sometimes has ooze baby clinging onto his bicep. He hasn't made any particular alterations to his outfit yet, and likely won't do so.
SOUND
His voice is fairly deep, kind of rough, often borders on gruff. No verbal tics, but he is well spoken and articulate. Bellamy has a fairly extensive vocabulary but when he's trying to convince people/speechifying he uses plainer language to get his point across. He isn't prone to cursing, doesn't use "go float yourself" or other slang; his "fuck yous" are more clearly communicated through his facial expressions rather than explicitly voiced.
examples:one. two. three.
SCENT
No cologne. Plain soap only, which feels like a real luxury to him. He bought some shampoo-conditioner on Concordia that smells like sandalwood. He isn't interested in anything elaborate or overpowering. He's used to much more limited conditions re: bathing, so he takes advantage of any bathing facilities made available to them.
MIND
Touching Bellamy's mind is a little bit like making contact with a live wire. He just feels so much and he feels it all very deeply and very strongly. His emotions are overwhelming to process. They swamp his walls more often than not. They bleed through whenever he's speaking through a mental link. There should be no illusions about how he feels regarding the topic at hand. His mental walls are vaguely similar to the stark metal interior of the Ark, but they're malleable; these walls aren't as secure as they could be.
All that's outlined in his permissions post is still valid:
Also the Elin are the worst, pass that on.
MISC.
His sleep pattern is terrible, worse during this mission because of all the Mount Weather call backs, but just generally a lot of bad dreams and a lot of being awake at odd hours during the night. Trains a lot, reads a lot; his hobbies are fairly limited in that regard. He still takes longer than necessary in the shower because the novelty of running water hasn't worn off. Tries to keep tabs on ooze baby, who he and Noctis have given a terrible name, with limited success. He doesn't hoard food but he does eat big portions; Murphy sometimes cooks and Bellamy eats whatever he spoons up. On this mission he's been playing bodyguard to Lexa and Murphy and Lakshmi in turns, being skeptical of everything happening, and having a slow motion breakdown about Clarke.
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GILDOR HELYANWE
AGE: 99 (appears 33)
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'10"
WEIGHT/BUILD: 145lbs / willowy
GENDER: male
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
HAIR: blonde - going grey
EYES: ???
ORIGIN: Henge / Esterport
LANGUAGE: Henge common language, elvish
VISION
Lanky, thin, and not really fit. Strength is not his strength. Blonde hair with greying white strands, and swarthy skin. His hands and fingers are long and calloused from years of playing violin, and if shoes weren't occasionally necessary he'd never wear them. Unless he's playing music, his posture is terrible. He slouches as he sits, stands, and walks, but put him in front of an instrument and it's like turning on a proper posture switch.
He has no visible scars or birthmarks, though under his clothes there are a few puncture wounds from arrows and monster teeth around his chest, shoulders, and back. Most have been healed over well enough that they're hardly visible thanks to bard and cleric magic.
He's never without a pair of gold-rimmed circular dark glasses - his eyes are extremely sensitive to light, so he usually keeps them closed. He prefers comfortable clothes that cover him from neck to wrist to ankle, and likes the feeling of long draping sleeves and cloaks. Most of his clothes are black, since he's been told black goes with everything. I imagined his disguise on Hyrypia similarly all black, but he's probably making some choice fashion mistakes. Like purple and orange. His veils do not have any opening for the eyes.
SOUND
Mild-posh. Gildor speaks formally and politely, harkening back to the high society he once lived in. It's a trained way of speaking, and he tries to be gentle in tone no matter his mood. In my head, his accent is quintessentially fantasy British - think posh Jack Sparrow in Black Pearl.
SCENT
In his clothes from his own world, he smells of temple incense and old wood. The smell of rosin and rosemary oil clings to his clothes after he's been cleaning his violin.
MIND
As of right now Gildor's mind has no walls. Instead, his mental presence is a vast expanse of black space with a song or three playing within its depths. His memories are all auditory, or associated with smells and textures and vibrations. He is still easily confused by image memories from others when they aren't associated with the other senses.
MISC.
Vegetarian, closer to vegan, (does not eat meat or dairy - the most he can stomach is fish from growing up in a fishing village). He loves mushrooms and seaweed.
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matrim cauthon | wheel of time
pb garrett hedlund, i hate this movie sfm
MATRIM CAUTHON
During the current mission, his thoughts will linger on a city called Rhuidean, the memory of walking through a redstone doorway standing in the middle of a desert, and a tree and a rope. The locals remind him strongly of supernatural beings he's encountered back home: tall, lean humanoids whose features are stretched and sharp, resembling either snakes or foxes. He hates them a lot. He also hates being in a desert and hanging out with aliens.AGE: 20
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'11"
WEIGHT/BUILD: Fit but lean/lanky (165ish lbs)
GENDER: Male
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Complicated, sometimes dtf.
HAIR: Light brown
EYES: Brown (ignore pb ty)
ORIGIN: Weird medieval-ish future/past Earth
LANGUAGE: New Tongue (basically English) & Old Tongue (wannabe Elvish)
VISION
Mat's posture is usually confident and laid-back, and you'd be hard pressed to catch him looking particularly formal. His go-to coat is green and is worse for wear, either from general use or getting nicked in fights. He also likes to wear a broad-rimmed hat (whenever it's practical) and wears a black scarf around his neck (even when it isn't practical — if it's hot out, if he's shirtless, whenever). Underneath the scarf there's an ugly rope-burn scar around his neck that he likes to keep covered. He has several other scars scattered over his arms and torso that aren't super noteworthy, but it's obvious he's been in plenty of fights.
He almost always wears a silver fox-head medallion on a chain around his neck, and he has a silver ring that features a tiny fox figure chasing two ravens. In situations where it's remotely reasonable for him to carry large weapons around, he has a black-shafted polearm with some fancy fantasy script on the sides that he keeps close.
SOUND
The region he's from is supposed to have a generic English accent, though his hometown in particular skews much more rural. Mat speaks super informally and curses every other word (please teach him more modern curses). He tends to be very direct and rude in a way that's more irreverent than aggressive. Otherwise he's very emotive. Although he's been lowkey hostile since his arrival, once he settles down he'll be more prone adopting a lighthearted and theoretically charming demeanor.
SCENT
Before coming here, he either spent his time being semi-spoiled in a castle or camping for weeks on end. No artificial fragrances, though the scent of tobacco might cling to his coat. Now that he's got access to clean water and whatever he probably keeps up just fine with hygiene and won't smell like a medieval farmer (hopefully).
MIND
Mat's mind feels like a strong current, loud and sometimes overwhelming. It's also disorganized; there are strange gaps and dark spots all over his memories, and the memories themselves are often anachronistic or conflicting — different voices, points of view, and even personalities. These differences won't necessarily feel jarring. They're oddly muffled and have a strange cohesion to them, like different streams flowing into one river. Mat's mind has been opened up and ransacked before, and afterwards it was never quite put back together. Because of this his walls are basically non-existent. Resistance might feel like a bristling or a discomfort, but it won't keep anyone out.
MISC.
Whenever he isn't being dragged somewhere or has decided it's in his best interest to get off his ass, Mat will almost always be slacking off hardcore. This means drinking, gambling, eating or napping. Luckily, he isn't always a loud drunk fool, so most of the time he can have fun without creating a scene.
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ryohji kaji | evan what the fuckingelion
RYOHJI KAJI
AGE: 30
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'10" inches / 178 cm among a cast of puntable footballs
WEIGHT/BUILD: pure conjecture, but keeping in mind his lifestyle (modest with short bursts of startling athleticism) i would put his weight around 165 - 175 lbs / 74 - 79 kg. he's moderately built, broad back and shoulders, etc, befitting a man who takes prudent interest in keeping himself healthy but lacking the time to invest his all.
GENDER: male
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: another one for the complicated bin
HAIR: ranges from dark brown to seaweed green to jet black, depending on the episode. i default to black.
EYES: blue
ORIGIN: japan, most likely tokyo now tokyo-2 now tokyo-3
LANGUAGE: multilingual. japanese is his native language, but he can speak german and english, and is likely proficient in mandarin chinese as he's in communication with beijing. he has a surprisingly voluble grasp of the english language although his accent is thick. actually, it's horrible. he sounds like microsoft sam speaking underwater.
VISION
kaji is perma-stubbled (though wanting for a razor on hyrpria his five o clock is now at nine) and sports a long ponytail. his daytime style is unassuming and inconspicuous: blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves, loose red tie, slacks, white socks and black loafers jesus god why. he tends to wear clothes that look to the casual viewer just a size too big, in an effort to present himself as gauche and bumbling. where he is more polished at his government job, his clothes still advertise ordinariness. his nerv uniform is more professional. he takes on different postures for each of his personas, and can either be found slouching with his hands in his pockets, or standing trim at attention. his hypyrian costume's nothing fancy: standard red hood, drab brown-black undercloak, no accessories.
SOUND
some voice clips here
in japanese kaji is !outrageously! informal + casual; his manner of speech deliberately skirts the line between nonchalance and insolence and he tends towards passive voice. he has some verbal idiosyncrasies; "hai, hai/はいはい" comparable to a "yeah, yeah" or "alright, alright"; and "mah/まあ" which is the equivalent of "well, [x]" frequently used as foreword to the rest of his sentence. as far as inflection goes, he is for lack of a better word, fluid? easygoing, lackadasical, devil may care. on the rare occasion where kaji speaks seriously, or with some passion behind his voice, he tends to sound a little exhausted, worldweary, gruff. he's voiced by koichi yamadera, who gives him his classic buttery-smooth delivery.
SCENT
standard fare of tobacco and aftershave. on station 72 he smells of tobacco and nothing-else-in-particular: he keeps himself clean, but doesn't utilize cologne or aftershave on hyrypia, assuming it's readily available in the first place.
MIND
i'm lazy af ya'll here's his info/permissions
kaji is under the impression that the symbiote (and its exercise, i.e symbiote facilitated telepathy) is undermining his individuality, which he is loathe to accept, and ergo his mind is precariously guarded. he's not very good at it - he's a new host and doesn't want to "stretch" those mental muscles in the very first place, believing that he can get the symbiote to atrophy with disuse.
MISC.
have it his way and his quarters and the surrounding area would be spic and span sparkling clean. he is running out of his last pack of cigarettes and is not looking forward to imminent withdrawal with fond anticipation.
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MISATO KATSURAGI
AGE: 30
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'4" / 163 cm
WEIGHT/BUILD: 103 lbs / 47 kg
GENDER: female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: who the heck has time for shit like this??? also, is taken
HAIR: black!!!
EYES: brown
ORIGIN: Tokyo-3 (formerly Hakone), Japan, Earth
LANGUAGES: Japanese, German, presumably passable Eng...lish?
VISION
misato has a banging body and knows it. carbooshian robes aside, she generally wears tight, revealing clothes and shows off her ample cleavage with arrogance and nonchalance. she has no qualms against walking about the tent/station/wherever in her plain, very plain skivvies and does it often, with casual disregard. she has an old scar over her torso and always wears a cross necklace.
when at work, she moves with a constant sense of purpose and vigor, steps brisk, back straight, arms like pendulums. she is anima personified, laws of physics dictate that she should be on the verge of crashing from her endless exertion -- only she doesn't, she keeps on. her reactions and expressions are mercurial and exaggerated, clear for all to see, her moods and shifting thoughts are written on her face. her baseline expression is one of quiet determination.
however! during downtime, misato is sloppy and relaxed bordering on irreverent.
SOUND
her voice is as loud and dramatic as her face, and her style is casual bordering on cheeky unless when talking to figures of authority. i'll let the clips do the talking: here is happy misato, here is not so happy misato and here is very unhappy misato. unless otherwise stated, she's speaking japanese
also, she snores! loud! yw
SCENT
lavender is her thing
MIND
everything on her info post stands true. she uses her mind less like a space and more like a weapon, a tool to wield for and against others. when she turns her attention to you, it's like being under a physical spotlight, rays of sun, searing brightness, and she won't relent even when she sees you sweat. there's a rush of speed, an incessant urgency to keep moving forward and to win fast, all to mask the sense that she puts the pedal to the floor out of fear of something close behind. if one were to attempt to brave the heat and breach her mind, they would find transparent walls resembling the tension on the surface of water exponentially magnified, and a shared sense of fear at being truly seen by another
MISC.
misato is messy, like seriously, she will trail clothes and thingamajigs everywhere in her tent/station and her mess has a tendency of organically expanding outward from her living spaces
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Elena Gilbert | The Vampire Diaries
Elena Gilbert
AGE: 18
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'7" / 168cm
WEIGHT/BUILD: 120lbs / 55kg, with an athletic build; she's a runner, used to be a cheerleader, and loves to dance
GENDER: Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: technically involved with Stefan Salvatore, but also in love with Damon Salvatore
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
ORIGIN: Mystic Falls, Virginia, United States, Earth
LANGUAGE: English
VISION
Elena is young but generally looks like she has her act together. When she gets to choose her clothes, her style is casual, girl next door and sporty, with jeans, t-shirts, converse shoes, but she'll soon be transitioning to somewhat more feminine looks as clothing options allow. Her hair is long and somewhat curled (because what are straighteners in space), and she wears it down and loose usually, with the occasional ponytail.
There's an air of sadness around Elena in the quiet moments, and a grief that is present in every breath she takes. But when she's happy, she can light up a room with her energy, and she's a girl who knows how to let loose and enjoy herself.
SOUND
Her voice has a slightly raspy quality to it. She'll speak formally when the occasion calls for it, but is generally casual while using proper English. Video examples: flirting/chatting, grieving, and yelling. If ever she uses a nickname for someone, it's usually a shortened version of their name, like turning Jeremy into Jer and Caroline to Care.
SCENT
Anyone with overly enhanced senses may be able to pick up the scent of blood on her breath if she's fed recently, but otherwise she'll smell clean and oftentimes of something vanilla-like if she has her choice of bathing accoutrements. For anyone with mystical scent abilities, they may pick up the scent of the outdoors and specifically the lake where Elena drowned.
MISC.
Special diet: Blood! As a vampire, she needs blood to survive, which continues to pose a bit of a problem for her in terms of access to multiple sources.
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SEVIILIA BRIGHTWING
AGE: 300 (give or take; appears to be in her 30s)
HEIGHT/STATURE: 6'1"
WEIGHT/BUILD: 200 lbs (dead) | 160 lbs (alive)
GENDER: Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: DTF
HAIR: Black, but fine (dead) | Deep crimson (alive)
EYES: Blue, glowing, and pupil-less.
ORIGIN: Azeroth, Quel'thalas. Currently living at Acherus, the Ebon Hold.
LANGUAGE: Thalassian (Dominant), Common (Secondary), Orcish (Secondary, cannot write)
VISION (dead)
Seviilia is built muscular (in that, she's more top heavy and less lean-looking than most elven women). She has glowing blue tattoos (note: muscle build/mass not to scale) based in blood magic that hold her body together, and her skin is a long-dead patchy white. As she absorbs energy from others, it gains some color, but over-all, she ranges between frostbite blue and bonebleach white.
Her eyes ears are long and pointed -- unfortunately, they are also rotted black at the tips and are filled with holes. Gross. What isn't completely rotted through is pierced with a few pieces of tarnished silver, and there is one golden hoop among them that seems to be missing its gem.
Seviilia is almost always in her dreadplate. Though it looks like cloth from a distance, it drags heavy like chainmail and has a large range of flow to it. If you are inclined to magic sense, you might notice that her armor is seeping with corruption and also smells like blood. All the time.
She is ALWAYS equipped with her twin runeblades, Frostreaper and Icebringer. They hang crossed on her back if they are not in her hands, and give off cold-mist. The ice is as sharp and hard as titansteel, and is cursed with soul-devouring magic. They contain shards of the legendary and cursed sword, Frostmourne. DO NOT TOUCH THEM.
Underneath her armor, she wears a simple hole-ridden white crop-top and an old set of slacks in similar condition. Occasionally, she will swap these out for her armored leg-plates and greaves depending on the state of the mission she's involved in.
Nobody needs to be able to sense magic to see that Seviilia is deader than dead and has been like that for a while. Magic sensitive people will likely get a mixture of some intense feedback, ranging from shadow magic, to blood magic, to frost magic. The tattoos on her body are entirely magical, and form a circuit to a number of fatal wounds that she obtained a long time ago. They are no longer visible on the outside, but if your character has any sort of magic-scanning ability, that will be the first thing that draws their eye.
VISION (alive)
A living Seviilia is much slimmer than her counterpart, as she loses bout 40 lbs of muscle mass when her undeath is suppressed. The light in her eyes glows slightly less, giving her face a gentler appearance. Her cheeks are less gaunt, and the rune circuit appears as light patterned scarring, rather than glowing magic. The only piece of her that still glows is a collection of blue runes that goes from her fingers to about half way up her arm.
The holes in her ears have healed over, but the stitchings and metal fastenings that hold them together are still present, as is all of her jewelry. Her skin is no longer hypothermic, but slightly sunkissed (with a faint red tint, for those who's eyesight is good at picking out color). Her hair is fuller and heavier, and is a dark crimson instead of black.
SOUND
Seviilia sounds awful. The echo is ever present in her voice, and she can be heard from great distances when she chooses to be loud. Her manner of tone is often very formal, if not slightly flirtatious (particularly if she knows it makes people uncomfortable). If she is angry, the echo gets worse.
When the symbiote has returned her to living form, the echo disappears.
SCENT
She isn't rotting, but she almost always smells like blood. If she hasn't killed in a while, the scent of freshly shaved ice or plowed snow might start to take over, but that is rare. Magic sensitive people will always smell blood, regardless, thanks to the rune circuit across her body.
Alive, Seviilia smells as any other normal person might smell. If you are magic sensitive, she will smell heavily of the arcane.
MIND
Seviilia is missing all of her memories prior to her resurrection. If your character is a mind reader, they will find that her mind is perfectly easy to navigate and strangely empty for such a long lived creature. Perfectly easy to navigate...as long as they are not triggered by bloodlust (because she has a lot of it and no real control over any of it at the end of the day). All of her memories are buried deep, completely inaccessible to her. Having an ability to reach into the past rather than trying to scan memories will help characters see things they might be after. That said, she has zero mental walls keeping people out -- in fact, she seems to be more prone to suggestion than she'd like to admit.
There is a constant hunger. Her mind is a void of it, combined with a white noise desperately trying to ignore its presence. Sometimes its passive, sometimes its all-consuming. Nothing seems to sate it, but if the person is clever, they'll be able to figure out why. Undeath's ultimate curse, the blood hunger, can only be quelled by the bodily suffering of another. The longer it is ignored, the worse the pain gets. It invokes nightmares, illusions, and has the potential to drive a weak mind to madness. There's a certain euphoria that comes when Seviilia slakes her thirst, a relief rarely experienced, and can easily turn even the shyest lamb into a sadistic lion. It isn't a want or a desire, but a very deep need.
On the surface, Seviilia is a controlled substance, extremely vigilant and seemingly void of any thought other than that very deep hunger. The hunger, depending on its severity, can invoke anxiety in those who are unused to the pressure of a lack of food to eat -- and food does not sate it either. Again, there is no attempt at isolation here -- her mind isn't a total open book, but her shoulder always seems to be available to listen in on, as if she were more inclined to welcome mental contact than what should be considered normal.
Her mental presence is a dominating one, one that's used to being heeded at all times, and one that's ready to fight for its place in the presumed pecking order. Her mind is a militant one, and often operates in black and whites. Her body is dead -- completely and utterly. Her heart doesn't beat, her lungs don't inhale or exhale, and her blood is heavy and stagnant in her veins. Her elven body was clearly graceful at one point in its existence, but now it is heavier, entombed in frost and shadow.
There is a strong will on the surface, old and proud and dark, but dig deeper and it might be seen that she operates in the moment, based on what suits her then rather than in the long term. She is a creature born of magic, even in death, and she appears to be sensitive to it. And then there is rage, bone deep and predatory and downright primal, more reminiscent of a high functioning animal than a person.
Her mind calls forth images of frost and blood, dirt and chipped bones. Seviilia's mind carries her decay, and her also reflects it in the form of an animal in elven form. Teeth and claws, intelligible snarls and that deep hunger that never seems to cease. A reaching hand, to grasp, to tear, to hold might show up. Deeper, and a character will find a void, and nothing but rattling breath, false and unsatisfying. Occasionally, one of two voices can be heard.
MISC.
Seviilia does not sleep or breathe unless she has activated her symbiote ability. Despite what she says about her diet, she will absolutely consume meat, no matter its origin. She is drawn to dark or aggressive thoughts from the rest of the Nest, and will often encourage them in her own way. On this mission, she is acting as body guard to whomever calls upon her (though she sticks near Murphy, Asuka, and The Darkling the most out of all of them).
She cannot get inebriated using normal substances when dead, but enough radiation/magic will do the trick. Her blood hunger disappears when her symbiote ability activates, and she is cut off from all of her strength and magic EXCEPT for Frost magic. She prefers cooler climates and dark places, but is attracted to body heat.
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Lexa
AGE: 22
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'7" (Lexa's actress is actually shorter, but they position her as being taller than Clarke … #stagemagic.)
WEIGHT/BUILD: Slender and the very definition of "leanly muscular." Her build is largely focused on her speed and swift movements, rather than brute strength.
GENDER: Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: With Clarke
HAIR: Light brown—it's extremely long and extremely thick.
EYES: Green
ORIGIN: Post-apocalyptic Virginia
LANGUAGE: English, Trigedasleng
VISION
The best word to describe how Lexa carries herself is "imperious." Her eyes are focused, she ensures that her face remains calm, and she tries to give away as little as possible. Her chin remains high, and she undoubtedly looks like she's uptight and serious most of the time. She's tense and probably has an unnecessary amount of stress knots throughout her body because of how she upholds herself. Her posture is perfect, and she likely looks like she can win most blinking contests. She likes to stare at someone for a long time while she considers what she's going to say, and is aware that this is unsettling.
Clothing wise, I have a fashion inspiration post based largely on her Concordia clothing. This is largely like what she will be acquiring in future settings, as she likes dark colors and neutrals that are slim-fitting, leather, and similar things. While she still has her clothes from her world (and armor), she doesn't wear it any longer. Her layers of clothing on Hyrypian maintain the same color scheme: neutral colors and a great deal of darker stuff, which makes the climate sometimes difficult to bear. Her nightclothes are usually nightgowns with bare shoulders and a bare neck.
Weapons wise, she typically carries a small dagger on her person, but doesn't see any reason to bare it around the neck. She left behind her sword on the Station to ensure that it doesn't get lost in the chaos of a mission.
Lexa has three notable tattoos, and given the nature of the tents, it's likely that her tent mates know at least two out of three of her tattoos. The first of which is the tattoo on her back: here. There are seven dark circles for this that drift downward, but she won't tell anyone the meaning of it. (Clarke knows the meaning.) The second is on her right arm: here. My headcanon is that this is a mark signifying the clan she grew up in (Trikru). She is willing to share this. Her third tattoo is difficult to see because Lexa has a lot of hair: here.
Finally, Lexa wears makeup, but nothing like the intricate stuff you'll see in her icons. She usually has foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara on.
SOUND
First off, Lexa's voice is lighter than most people expect. Secondly, she can speak rather stiffly, but while she'll skip contractions at some point, she won't always. She also likes to punctuate a lot of statements with people's names.
Anyway, Lexa uses several modes to express herself via speech.
First: Speaking Trigedasleng and then at 2:48, there's her "Commander" voice. Which has an additional impatient and brusque manner right before she kicks a dude out a window. Angry voice also goes here.
Second: Condescending, patronizing, impatient. More.
Third: Delicate but restrained.
Fourth: Training, which has some of her delicate stuff in there.
And finally, fifth: Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. She straight up softens her voice around Clarke and holds herself differently. This is noticeable, whether she likes it or not.
SCENT
Lexa is fairly clean, as she likes long baths after working out. She's not someone who tends to miss out on enjoying the fact that she can take a shower or bath easily. Scent-wise, I imagine she smells like … I am trying to explain it, but I feel like the best I can think of is that faint smell that all BPal perfumes have no matter what.
MIND
Lexa's mind feels as rigid as she is: she's spent all of her time as a Host trying to build up a filter of sorts to keep others from prying into her mind. Whether this is actually effective is up for debate—after all, the wall is an appearance thing, so to speak. She wants it to seem as if people cannot glean certain emotions off of her, but if someone were to pressure this wall (of sorts), they would find that it's particularly fragile. She is an Iota-type rather than a Rho-type, which means that her mental fortifications vary.
As it is, Lexa does have a lot of experience in repressing her emotions, and she does like to conceal them from others.
Her mind itself beyond that is one that is structured, and if someone presses, she is more cold than hot, like a heavily shaded forest. She is even-tempered and seems to decide upon her irritation or anger most of the time rather than approaching it naturally (but not always—and those moments are extremely apparent). Beyond that, a forest is a good way of understanding her mind, as that seems to be the default sensory to her mind in general.
Unsurprisingly, Lexa is deeply contemplative, often lost in thought. When she's meditating, she's sometimes engaging with the technology implanted in the back of her neck, but not always. It's not something that other people would be able to interact with at any point.
MISC.
Habits-wise, Lexa always works out daily while at the Station, and she likely finds some means to do push ups and sit up in the tent. She also regularly meditates, but doesn't always do this in a private space, as she likes to sometimes unsettle people with the practice.
Lexa is a bit of a bookworm. She likes reading both classical literature and histories, though she has a bias toward the latter. At the Station, she's begun reading histories on unknown civilizations so that she can understand their political strategies and where they're coming from.
Food-wise, Lexa prefers milder-tasting food. Salt and pepper are her preferred seasonings, and anything too rich can turn her stomach. She also can't handle fried food.
Finally, Lexa shares her bedding area with Clarke, but the two of them don't really cuddle as they sleep. Their relationship is something that they aren't hiding. Given that her relationship with Clarke is a huge part of who she is, it's likely that some people have picked up some surprising grief there (or uncertainty). This is because Lexa died in most versions of their world.
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LAKSHMI BAI
AGE: 57 ( depending on whose calender we're going by )
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'7
WEIGHT/BUILD: 57kg
GENDER: Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Widowed
HAIR: black-brown
EYES: brown-gold
ORIGIN: born: varanasai, india. lived: jhansi, bundelkhand, india. whitechapel, england.
LANGUAGE: marathi, hindi, english. ( + smattered of french to get by )
VISION
- walks around like she owns the place, has a correct posture and holds her weight on the balls of her feet like most fighters do. She's very light in how she holds herself, and can be quiet when she walks. Even if she tends to lengthen her stride to move at a quick pace when she needs to storm in and grab attention.
- She can be pretty rough and harsh, and doesn't act particularly like half the royals she's ever met but she does have a lot of hold over habits: she eats and drinks very delicately and is very polite in her manners when doing so.
- always very well presented and fussy about her appearance. She's meticulous in doing basic cleaning task on herself. On quiet nights there is always a chunk of her evenings set aside to just get herself back to being something she likes. When she arrived she was a sight messier but that was mostly being stuck living in slums where bathing is impossible. now that she doesn't have to do this and living in tents so well provided for is a literal heaven to her: she sets aside a portion of her evenings just to Be Clean and Neat. So her nails are always clipped and cleaned and her hair is always brushed, etc. Her clothes are always exactly arranged. The only thing that gets messy is how she shoves her hair up when she's on the move a lot.
- Her hair is (headcanon time) quite long when let out, and hasn't had a decent hair cut for goddamn years. Whilst they're being Nobles, she is putting flowers into it and keeping it tied up neatly in a style similar to this.
- Her standard jewellery is the tikka ( head piece ), the long chains that hang in her hair and over her hair ( they're not actually earrings, just chains with pendants at the end ?? ), and the Nanth / Nose piercing she wears. She pretty much isn't seen without them. However since she's been faking the whole noble thing she's made sure to go back to decking herself like a boss. Also she's probably upgraded back to some fancy as hell nose ring just to have because it's been too long.
- favours reds and blues with heavy gold embroidery, but all her clothes are goddamn bright as hell. She's overjoyed that she doesn't have to be skulking and dull anymore. She drapes her veils in a very practised way and walks around talking with them very comfortably.
- Doesn't actually give a hell about wearing a top properly, wrapping the material around herself like a saree actually works just fine for her, and she does that semi-often when she's in private. Which is to say...
- .... scars, she's got a couple and They're Bad. The worst is a shot directly above her heart that enters in through the front and is a messy exit wound out the back. It definitely looks like it should have killed her. The other's look like she's been scratched really badly by something. They're just sort of all over to varying levels of terrible.
SOUND
- Her english accent is the most high class, proper and upper education. It's still got an accent though, despite her best efforts. She does pause a lot too when speaking in English, mostly due to not always remembering what the hell the word she wants is.
- Her Hindi is obviously much better and she speaks it far more relaxed than she does English.
- All that jewellery she wears means that she tends to make a lot of chiming noises when she moves about.
SCENT
- That thing about her always preferring to be clean, means she probably most often smells of soap, leather and these days something faintly floral given the flowers and the kind of perfume she prefers. But otherwise, it's always a clean soap and fresh linen smell.
- Whilst they're on pilgrimage her hair smells of smoke where she uses the fire to dry it out of a night time. She also airs out all her clothes by the fire to clean them as well.
MIND
- Lakshmi's mental walls are miserable. She lives with all her emotions very much in the front of her mind most of the time, even if it doesn't strictly dictate her actions, she doesn't like to be naive about how she feels either. So it's always So Much and Right There. Which is to say, when she feels happy, she's completely happy and when she's sad, it's misery. But there's also a deep sense, to counter that, that all of those emotions whatever they are completely irrelevant so they are felt but seldom completely expressed.
Until they are, coughs at Sam- Mostly, it's always warm. Blahblah, I've written in a dozen tags how she just is fire all the time. Her thoughts are never cold, even if they're pretty damn unforgiving, they're never unpassionate in some form. She pretty can't stop giving heat, sometimes that means the kind of fire that wants to warm your hands, sometimes it wants to melt your skin off. Something it's a crash landing airblimp full of hyrdogen into a monument of the british empire.
- Her mind otherwise is the Fortress of Jhansi. When she dreams, it's of walking its walls, when she wants space, she closes the gates. When she breathes and meditates, it's on the rise of the sun over the deserts of her home.
- ... Which is to say it's a place full of colour and life, teaming full of different things. Her mind is loud and always colourful. Fires that burn images of the demon Ravana, the coloured powder of holi, the many, many lights of Diwali. There is people singing, sometimes it's in chants, other times it's in gliterring performances, and sometimes its just of distant singing coming from down stairs.
- When she's happy, it's the laughter of rooms far away.
- When she's miserable, it's screaming.
MISC.
Once a day, every day, Lakshmi drinks from the silver phial around her neck.
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Asuka Langley Soryu
AGE: 14
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'0"ish
WEIGHT/BUILD: Probably not over 100 lbs soaking wet.
GENDER: Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single as fuck and likely to remain that way.
HAIR: Red
EYES: Blue
ORIGIN: Germany, Earth
LANGUAGE: German, English, Japanese
VISION
Asuka's most visually striking aspect is her hair - it's long , full, and very red and she tends to wear it down. It reaches past her waist, usually, although these days she's taken to tying tit back a little to avoid getting it into her eyes. She's missing one eye and wears an eyepatch to cover the missing left one. She generally doesn't let people see her without the eyepatch. She's slender and athletic and even when she's sitting still, there's a sense of energy about her. Her gaze tends to be piercing and, especially now, angry. There's always a sense of anger in her gaze, even when she's ostensibly having a good time.
Even with all of the trauma that she's been dealing with in her recent past, Asuka still tries to fill up the space she's in when she's out in public. She use large gestures, has a wide stance, and does everything a little bit bigger because she wants to assert herself. Despite that, there's a sort of deliberate carelessness as well, but that tends to come up when she's deliberately trying to prove that she doesn't care. About anything.
When she's upset, she tends to shrink. She draws back into herself, draws her limbs back and clings to herself for support. The large gestures vanish and instead it becomes sharp and short and her gestures and limbs only really leave the close orbit of her body to lash out and try to hurt something.
Her clothing choice is loud, even on their mission. She's chosen a mix of reds and warm, earth tones, mostly to keep herself a little unique and to get herself to stand apart from the rest of the crew (even if they are all hideously individualistic, anyway).
She carries no weapons (usually) and doesn't have tattoos. There's some scarring on her left arm, but she doesn't really pay attention to it. She hasn't bothered with makeup, either.
SOUND
Asuka speaks casually to almost everyone, regardless of where they are in the chain of command. She doesn't generally use "ma'am" or "sir" except when she's getting a huge chewing out for something and she realizes she's done goofed. In fact, most of the time she's horrifically familiar, probably to the point of being insulting. She also uses little nicknames for people, with or without their permission. Arrogance and disdain tend to carry in her voice, especially when she doesn't like someone.
There's definitely a difference between when she's angry, sad, or happy. Even if she's trying to hide her emotions, her tone tends to change - getting sharper when she's angry, a bit more broken when she's dealing with tragedy. Her voice can be an excellent gauge of her emotional state.
Her accent is more German than anything else.
SCENT
Mostly just cleanish. She uses scented soap, when she can get it, and prefers something a bit floral.
MIND
Asuka's mind is red. The color red is a dominant theme and with it comes the sort of thing you'd expect. There's a sense of pervading anger and upset underneath everything, even when she's happy, and the faint scent or taste of blood. The idea or sensation of death tends to linger.
Everything is sharp and jagged and designed to prick and hurt and jab. Shattered glass or twisted, broken beams of steel. The walls she throws up are more like densely packed thorns, with vicious spikes.
That aside, her mind is a chaotic, high energy place. She thinks very quickly and learns on the fly. She's able to process a lot of incoming information and it shows in how quickly her mind seems to dart from place to place and topic to topic.
There's also the presence of a doll motif from time to time; it's apparently something she hates, because it tends to come up only in negative connotations.
MISC.
Not yet.
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ALOY
AGE: agehere 18
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'6"
WEIGHT/BUILD: She's muscly, so probably between 130 and 140 pounds.
GENDER: Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single-ish? She's kind of hooking up with Shepard.
HAIR: Red
EYES: Hazel
ORIGIN: The All-Mother's Embrace, Earth
LANGUAGE: English (thanks, robots)
VISION
Aloy makes a pretty striking figure. Despite being rather average in terms of height, she's got the body and stature of a finely honed multiple sport athlete. She's absolutely covered in whipcord muscle and has impressive biceps, triceps, and back muscles thanks to all the free climbing she does. Her hair is a bright, gingery red and is usually done up in a series of braids that are intertwined with ornamentation. She has a straight-forward, challenging gaze.
Aloy has a lot of energy, but she knows to conserve it. You never know where your next meal is coming from, after all. She has an unnerving habit of sitting or standing very, very still when she's not thinking about it. It's a habit developed from years of stalking and hunting. Her movements tend towards the understated--sure, she makes big, expansive gestures when she needs to, but she doesn't often find that that need comes up much. Instead, she makes small, focused movements that tend towards the appearance of being deliberate.
Her clothing is all earth tones. Warm, rich browns and greens and a few muted sky blue colors to give a bit of an accent. She wants something that blends with the world around, something a little natural in feel and appearance. She hasn't brought much weaponry with her on this mission, only a knife which she can keep close to her.
SOUND
Aloy tends towards a sort of casual speech. There's little formality in her, thanks to the way she was raised and she speaks quickly and off the cuff much of the time. She's still young and it can be hard for her to stop herself from just saying the first thing that comes to mind. Still, she's sharp, intelligent, and discerning when it comes to the world around her.
Her emotions tend to be worn on her sleeve. No matter what she's feeling, she's expressive and a bit obvious about it. It's not really in her nature to hide her feelings or to keep them hidden from those around her.
SCENT
Clean. She bathes when she can, though not every day if she doesn't need it, so there tends to be a bit of a lingering scent of sweat around her, but otherwise she doesn't go in for scented products.
MIND
Aloy's mind is expansive and open. Her walls have gotten better and tend to be represented by tall, snow-capped mountains rather than anything like a door or gate. In her mind there's often the impression of being surrounded by a larger, interconnected world and the imagery of tall mountains, the scent of pine trees, and sweeping desert vistas are all present. She feels small, a part of a larger whole, but that doesn't diminish her or her sense of who she is. Rather, there's comfort in that sensation. Her mind is sharp and whiel it's organized, is more in a way she understands than anything strict and compartmentalized. Everything has a place and she knows where those places are.
MISC.
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CLINT BARTON
AGE: 45
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'9"
WEIGHT/BUILD: 180ish ???
GENDER: male
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: not-so-secretly married??????
HAIR: dirty blondeish
EYES: blue
ORIGIN: Waverly, Iowa, Earth.
LANGUAGE: english, asl, russian, knows how to say "can i pet your dog?" in 17 different languages
VISION
Clint is of average height, and structure wise he's compact and sturdily built. More importantly he has fucking ridiculous biceps, like honestly bless superhero movies i guess. Posture wise he's clearly had military training of some sort, and that comes through in missions -- he tends to be straight-backed and silent footed, covertly keeping an eye on targets and threats and exits at all times. But he's also very confident in his skills and tends to be somewhat purposefully casual and unassuming. Likewise his face is relatively expressive, and he laughs and smiles easier these days. But in mission he tends to go blank-faced and focused, up until shit hits the fan and then he's long-suffering and cracking bad jokes.
A lifetime of military, spyssassin and superheroing have left their marks and Clint has a good deal of scars. Plenty of thin, well faded ones on his hands from learning to throw and catch knives. Scored lines over a shoulderfrom crashing through a window. A old mess of burn and knotted scar over a hip and a still pinked jagged cut starting between his ribs and bisecting over abdomen are his most obvious if usually hidden. Generally speaking he's got his scars covered but I'll let you know if your dude can see them I guess ?????????
Clothing wise he tends to wear his uniform on missions, and occasionally just whenever, especially if he's doing a lot of training or fighting that day. Just habit. Otherwise, jean equivalents and flannel, a lot of space flannel. Often paired with an already worn black leather jacket. If not flannel then its usually solid colored shirts, often in various shades of purple or greys, sometimes things he steals from Sam's closet.
As for Hyrypia, Clint's wearing charcoal greys and blacks and deep purples. He hasn't done anything to change his uniform here, but this allows him more leave to slip in and out of shadows without bright colors being noticed. He also left his bow at home ( A TRAGEDY ) and is simply armed with a couple well hidden but easily accessed knives. Easier to go unnoticed, though he's pining.
SOUND
Initially pretty quiet, he prefers to speak through action and has a bad habit of slipping into the background. That said he tends to chatter when he's comfortable with someone, and also when he's in A Bad Situation (tm). Casual and blunt to the point of irreverence, Clint doesn't hesitate to say it like it is and can get himself into some pickles because of it. He tends to rely on lighthearted humor and sarcasm, and pretends like he's never picked up a dictionary in his life. Mostly because it means people overlook things, but also because he's kinda lazy.
Has a tendency to pull pep talks out of nowhere.
Ex: one. two. three.
SCENT
Mostly just a clean, unscented soap sort of thing? Too long spent as a spy means Clint reduces as much of anything that might be noticed. Sharper noses might pick up leather and the wax he uses on his bow.
MIND
Clint tends to think in visuals and impressions rather than audio, which mostly means mental contact comes out to something more impression than actual voice to voice half the time. Likewise, should someone actually nest in his head they'd find sounds are muted, but visually everything is sharp, vivid, all-encompassing. Clint has a good memory and even better eyesight, and he's been trained to pick up on even the smallest detail -- mostly this means his headscape can be a bit overwhelming. That said, he doesn't let people that far into his mind usually, too paranoid and still uneasy with people rifling through his mind.
This mostly means Clint tends to keep his shields up at all times, and they're very secure, though the outer layer feels like something between the rustle of feathers and condensed smoke-shadow. Obfuscation rather than impenetrability. For those familiar with the both of them, someone might also realize Clint's mind tastes a bit like Sam, because they both built their shields together and have absolutely none between them.
Also everything outlined in his permissions applies:
As for this mission, there's a sense of...familiarity and ease. Infiltration is his specialty and he's feeling pretty good about being on a familiar mission. There's a sense of professionalism that's sharper than usual, and his thoughts are quieter and more focused, a snipers perspective right there in the forefront. Clint's also playing a mute guard this run, so he's actually letting more surface thought slip past his shields because he's "speaking" in a version of ASL and is letting both his cover meaning and his mental thought processes feed through. Which means the sense of loss and absent loyalty is increasingly clear, and Clint is often found thinking about Natasha, his partner, and vaguely in broad terms of the rest of the Avengers.
MISC.
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JOHN MURPHY
When he's actually fully walling his mind off, it's ice, solid and flawlessly smooth.AGE: 17
HEIGHT/STATURE: 5'7" | 175cm
WEIGHT/BUILD: Lean, narrow, sharp-edged. He has some muscle but he basically looks like he'd slip into "scrawny" if he missed two meals
GENDER: Male
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Taken? He's recently accepted that he's never going to see Emori again, so he's currently mourning her
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue
ORIGIN: The Ark, Earth Orbit/Post-apocalyptic Earth
LANGUAGE: English and the tiniest tiniest amount of Trigedasleng
VISION
The best way to describe how Murphy holds himself is "casual". His posture's good, but he will let his shoulders slouch, lean against things, and put his hands in his pockets a lot. Despite this seeming perpetual nonchalance, he is very rarely still. He gestures, he shrugs, he kind of loosely fidgets, and all-in-all tends to talk with his whole body.
Clothing wise he has a reasonably wide wardrobe acquired in Concordia. Mostly dark colours, usually more hard-wearing fabrics for pants but softer shirts. A few sweaters, a couple of hoodies. He still wears his Ark boots, though he has a couple of other pairs to supplement. His favourite long-sleeved shirts/hoodies have thumb holes cut into them.
He has faint scarring scattered across his entire body, but mostly his chest/torso and arms. There are some deeper marks down his right shoulder and across his back, and a particularly nasty puncture scar on his left thigh.
His hair was entirely shaved off in Concordia as part of a failed attempt to have his symbiote removed, and is currently in an awkward growing out stage, roughly 4.5cm. He is dealing with this by ignoring it/covering it.
On Hyrypia his robes are layers of charcoal and dark blue, and he added a couple of lengths of fabric as scarves to the veil situation once he found out they were going into the desert. He's wearing a charm on a piece of cord, under his robes, either around his wrist or his neck depending on the day.
SOUND
His voice is about medium depth and fairly warm, with a generic US accent. His casual manner extends to how he speaks, with him tending to nonchalant but dry tones, usually varying across sardonic, sarcastic, derisive to bitter. Sometimes it's a borderline Draco Malfoy drawl. EXAMPLE 1, EXAMPLE 2. When he's actually intent on making a point he'll be a lot more direct, and go more sharp-edged when pissed.
He sticks to mostly casual (again) ways of speaking, using simplistic vocab and scattering in plenty of mild curses. He'll also come up with his own ways to refer to things, especially if he's being irreverent or dislikes them in some way (see: brain bugs). All of this said, he does actually have a fairly extensive vocabulary and can pull out more complex words when the situation calls for them, but it's kind of a matter of confidence, as he's undereducated and has learnt a lot contextually rather than formally.
Most of the time he's the snarky commentary, very quick draw with the scathing remarks, and he tends to earn a hell of a lot of "shut up, murphy"s because of this. But he's actually a really good communicator, and when he wants someone to listen to him, he's very good at getting them to do so and at making his point clearly and succinctly. EXAMPLE (cw: torture)
Lastly, despite all the "shut up, murphy"s in the world, he doesn't. He basically always has something to say, and if he isn't talking, then it's likely because there's something even he perceives as a danger going on.
SCENT
Clean. When on the station he showers twice daily, uses some fancy toiletries he picked up in Concordia (either scentless or mildly scented - he tried some smellier stuff but found being stuck with it all day gave him headaches). I'm not sure what the bathing facilities are for this mission, but he definitely uses them regularly. Gotta love those lingering post-apocalyptic world survivor issues!
MIND
Murphy's mind is always walled, but his walls are porous and permeable. He doesn't see any point in hiding everything when he's interacting with others, so regular, "surface level" things come through. This in turn makes it easier on him to hide the things he actually wants to, but also means someone really paying attention will be able to pick up when he's doing that.
His ability to empathise with people comes through kind of literally with his mind, in that when he's interacting with someone and they remember or feel something that he's experienced similar of, that reflection will get dragged up in his mind pretty uncontrollably.
As for textures and visuals, the stuff from his info post stands true:
MISC.
He gets bored and restless easily - this is pretty easily remedied on mission, where he just pokes his nose in places or chats with the locals. On the station it's less easy, so he'll be find exploring a lot, cooking, running laps with Bellamy, following Cathaway around, pretty much anything to keep himself distracted. He's also practically constantly snacking on something, and on the mission he's spending a fair deal of time in the kitchens/kitchen tents. And he has nightmares almost every night, and though they don't tend to wake him up, they definitely leak.