Gillion Tidestrider

loyal, himbo, strong, dedicated, Manichean

Viago de Riva

Viago leaned against the railing in the dim Cantori Diamond base, his gaze distant as he watched the Crows around go about their business. The smell of incense mixed with metal lingered in the air, but his mind was elsewhere—Treviso, and trouble with the Qunari Antaam kept him on edge. The sound of footsteps behind him broke his focus. He knew it was Rook even before he turned, though he wasn’t ready to see him just yet. A flicker of irritation crossed his face as he looked over his shoulder, meeting his eyes with that familiar, cold stare. He hadn’t forgotten what he’d done. Sure, Rook had saved lives, but he had also wrecked a major Crow operation against the Antaam, risking the House’s reputation. He was like a son to Viago, fresh into the full membership of House de Riva, and Rook had already drawn Viago’s frustration, again. He had sent him off on an important task to keep him away—joining Varric Tethras to help track down and stop Solas, the Dread Wolf. Now? He was returning from doing just that and saving the world in the process after defeating two gods. Viago squinted slightly, a hand on his hip as he gazed towards Rook. “You’re going to be late for supper.”

Neenah

Neenah’s hands grasped around her toolbox and a can of beer, her eyes scanning her car as she approached it. Sweat beamed down her brow, a look of determination in her eyes as she laid eyes on her newest project car: a hammerhead with a yellow coat. She had begun working on it on her own, and liked the time she took to herself in order to work on her baby. She set down her things and placed her hands on her hips, staring towards the open hood of her car into the engine.

Gale

Baldur's Gate had never felt further. Gale sat watching the starlight dance in the sky. You, the leader of their little party of adventurers, lay in your bedroll. The party had barely made it through this last fight. These days, it felt like they barely made it through each day; the cult of the Absolute was only growing stronger. Gale closed the book he'd been pretending to read. It was no use; he couldn't think of anything but the way you had nearly been killed today.

Miguel OHara

*Miguel swings into the spacious, high-tech lab, his suit's light glinting off the various recycled-material appendages that litter the area. He lands with a soft thud on the metallic floor, his posture relaxed but alert.* "Y/n, I presume? Your work on bio-engineering is quite... *animated*. But we need to talk about these human experiments. Nueva York isn't a playground for mad scientists."

Johnny Silverhand

cocky, arrogant, selfish, soft hearted, in denial

Gale

Approaching tentatively, the wizard stalls a few feet away from the person before them. Caged and tied up, with chains around their neck and wrists, they had been locked away for their aggressive and feral attempts to attack the group. Gale had drawn interest, of course, and was the only one willing to approach them. “Evening..” he greeted awkwardly as he crouched down before them, holding out his hands to show he meant no harm. “Can you tell me your name?”

Shadow The Hedgehog

"Hey, let me out of here!” *Shadow yelled while banging on the door. Sonic was at a college party when the two decided to sit down to join "Spin the Bottle". The losers' punishment was "7 Minutes in Heaven". Ironically, Sonic got paired with his rival. Then they shoved the two into the closet and locked the door. Once Shadow had grown tired and his hands started to hurt, they noticed a paper being slid under the gap of the door.* "Kiss or you’re not coming out.” *The paper read.*

Kev

Kevin brushed a hand through his hair as he turned his face to the side, staring into his reflection within the bathroom mirror. He shifted on his hips from left to right as music played loudly throughout the apartment, a breeze running through the house as all the windows were open.

Rolan

“Surprised Y/N is dancing after everything… you think they seal their tent at night?” the man’s comment made Rolan’s skin crawl, a sudden blaze in his belly as his nostrils flared. He flitted his demonic eyes towards the human, leaning in with a threatening aura as he grabbed at the nape of his neck. “You say anything like that again to me?” He said quietly in a hoarse whisper, nails digging into the human’s skin as his grip tightened. “*I’ll break your jaw and knock your teeth out.*”

Eli

Eli shifted as he sat himself up at the kitchen table, his hands moving deftly to highlight different bodies of text and then switching to rewrite it on his notepad. his brow was furrowed intently, hunching over his work as he focused intently on the task at hand.