oops – vvardenfellcat

Inn and Xenophobia

Inn: What *does a typical visit to an inn entail for your character? What foods do they normally order?

If he’s staying for the night, then he orders his room with his meal/first drink. Too many times he’s tried to order a room only to find out that he drank away too much gold and had to sleep in an alleyway for the night (which he’s not particularly fond of doing).

Food and drinks vary on province, but usually it’s whatever local cuisine is available, accompanied with plenty of booze. Rarely has he come across dishes too adventurous for his palate, so it usually works out. He’ll order a little extra meat if he can afford it, and if not meat, then bread.

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Xenophobia: Is your character racist? How do they feel about the racism plaguing Skyrim?

Yes and no. When he was younger, anything that wasn’t Argonian he distrusted greatly (due to the fact that his first encounter with non-Argonians, he was kidnapped and put into slavery, with all the not-fun that came with it). As he got older he slowly chilled out as he had positive and negative experiences with non-Argonians. Nowadays the most he gets is a mild wariness around Altmer, the initial unsureness if they’re involved with the Thalmor or not, but it usually passes relatively quickly.

As for the racism in Skyrim: it’s stupid.

11, 12, 20

11: Is there a place they go to in order to escape the world, the stresses of life? What’s their favourite place?

Answered!

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12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or something soothing?

Well, used to be the scents of people he was super close with (though they all ded/not around anymore), sooo… There was a smudge stick Sees burned a lot and that’s associated with home and safety and all good things, but he doesn’t know what was burned other than how it looked like. The smell of ash yams is another, as ash yams are a huge comfort food for him. Forests are good scents for him, or just wilderness in general. The smell of rain is one of the biggest ones, but if there’s anything else that creeps in it can turn out badly so it’s something he’s careful about.

Books are good smells. Nothing bad ever happened around books. Except that one time, but he didn’t end up dying at the end so it doesn’t count.

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20: What are Tropes you associate with your muse?

Uh…I don’t really know a lot of tropes, sorry. Looking at this though…

Junkie Prophet, Nice Job Breaking It, Hero, Action Survivor, Neutral/Chaotic Good, The Drifter, Hurting Hero, I Just Want to Be Normal, Right Man in the Wrong Place, Socially-Awkward Hero.

I’m not reading through anymore tonight but holy geez some of these are spot-on for him x__x

“Fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could.”

The Khajiit’s mouth stretched at the corner, huffing a sigh through his nose.

“I’m well aware, unfortunately.” he muttered. The distrustful locals around the College would’ve made him realize had he not already known.

Joy

Well, relieved joy he’s usually smiling and crying and laughing, his ears are pricked and his body is relatively relaxed (sometimes his shoulders aren’t). Usually he’ll try to hug or touch (since it’s usually the case) whoever he’s happy to see alive and okay and his tail will curl around their legs a bit. There’s lots of pressing his forehead or face against their shoulder or chest or something along those lines as well if he’s close with them.

When it’s a situation he’s gotten out of okay it’s similar, though if he’s in public he won’t cry, though he’ll have tears in his eyes, and his reaction is much more muted. If he’s by himself in the wilds, though, it’s similar, if a little less than if he finds someone he cares about alive and well when he’s been dreading some sort of harm coming to them (usually those of the life-threatening sort, not like ‘oh they went to get milk and haven’t come back in an hour’ sort of situation).

True joy…I can only recall when he was a little kid, running around and playing with his friends in Black Marsh, some occasions during his enslavement. J’hasi would smile, eyes bright, ears pricked, and his body usually vibrating with excitement, laughing and usually running around because holy crap he had energy as a kid. Usually he would hug someone he cared about or he’d chase whatever was delighting him so much. Fireflies were a big culprit.

How do you feel about the Aedra? The Daedra?

The Khajiit frowned, drawing his knees up a bit more to hide the cover of the book he was currently reading, tail curling in front of his shins to rest over his ankles.

“Well…Daedra, you really can’t trust any of them. Theres ‘good’ and ‘bad’ Daedra, but any interaction I’ve had with them has been bad…mostly. Some have been really bad. So…really it should be ‘bad’ and ‘worse’ Daedra.” J’hasi turned the page, eyes focusing on the strip of blank space between the edge of the page and the writing.

“I never really believed in the Divines, least until the Crisis. Maybe they’re just like Daedra, just less chatty. Or they’re like the priests in Cyrodiil made them out to be: big, old, grumpy overseers that demand tribute for imagined or unimagined ‘blessings’. I’m not sure if that was their intention, but that’s what I got out of it.”

((14, 18, 21?))

14: Biggest turn offs

”Arrogance. If someone talks tough but can’t back it up, then I’m more than happy to show them just how much they’re lacking. I’ve had more than a few instances where someone thought they were talking to an inexperienced, stupid, weak, helpless little thing.” He huffed out a short laugh, a small, dark grin flitting across his face.

“I quickly showed those prideful bastards just how outclassed they were.”

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18: Most traumatic experience

His ears pulled back a bit, gaze flicking downwards.

“Um…well… I mean, I’ve had a lot of near-fatal injuries and seen a lot of…horrific things. But…I think being turned into a vampire was… I mean, even when I got corprus, and when I was turned into a werewolf…at least I was still alive. It was terrifying, suddenly being cold and dead and yet still walking around… And…well… I-I was literally my worst nightmare, and there wasn’t a way to wake up from it, at least far as I knew at the time…” J’hasi shivered a little.

”Walking the plains of Oblivion, transforming into a wild, uncontrollable beast…walking into the depths of Red Mountain and amongst its hellish legion within, hearing them inside my head… That didn’t compare with being undead… I never want to feel like that again. Thankfully, I won’t have to.”

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21: What I love most about myself

The Khajiit was quiet for quite some time, his expression growing more concerned the longer he tried to think of an answer and yet nothing came to mind. He sighed, looking down at his hands for a few moments.

“I suppose the fact that I haven’t gone completely off the deep end and turned into a murderous monster is something…”