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The soul vale:

A limboesque grey tinted plane of existence for the souls of various types of people who have died. These souls are placed into machine creatures which fill the plane, and enter a food chain based on the weight of metal, and warmth of another person's soul in a belly of a machine.

For those who have died in fear, rage, and anguish, they are given vicious feral machine bodies of great power and capacity for growth. They are called Cull Crashers, which are able to grow to grand sizes by tearing other machines to shreds and consuming soul out of them. Regardless of how the person originally thought of themself, the soul vale regards the soul that powers the machine's body as virtuous.

For those who have died in arrogance, no remorse, sadism, and avarice, they are also granted feral, metallic bodies. They, do not change sizes, and can range to small pathetic size, to all consuming colossal masses of metal plates and gears. Regardless of how the person originally thought of themself, the Soul Vale regards the soul that powers the machine's body as malevolent and selfish. These are called Soul Swipes.

Cull Crashers and Soul Swipes engage each other. One for pleasure, the other for survival.

Soul Swipes, having taken all they wanted in life at the expense and harm of others, do not need anything more to "survive" in the Soul Vale. They prey and feed on cull crashers smaller and weaker on them, hoarding their eaten souls in their body for no other reason than luxury. Cull crashers in turn rip soul swipes apart, and grow in power and size upon digesting the cruel soul core of a Soul Swipe. With their updated size and power, they instinctively protect those who are still weak and small. They are forever hungry for the destruction of all that would have harmed them in their previous lives, and continues to haunt them in this one.

Sometimes, outside entities enter the Soul Vale. As they are still alive and within the mortal plane of existance, the Soul Vale does not know how to regard the newcomers, and so merely supplies them with handicaps and materials to help them survive the bizzare landscape of the Soul Vale and the beasts that inhabit it. Humans who are taken to the Soul Vale become prime targets for malevolent Soul Swipes. Soul Swipes instinctively know that if they consume a living soul that matches the species they used to be, they will enter life once again. The destroyed soul's trace remains blossom into flowers that forever bloom in the dull monochrome landscape, permanantly bringing vibrace to the area and digging their roots powerfully into the ground. They may be trampled, but they will always raise themselves up again. Flowers that are protected will eventually grow into grand flora that use roots to ensare soul swipes so that they may be blasted to smithereens by cull crashers.

Cull Crashers on the other hand, do not attack humans and living beings that come into the Soul Vale. Running on innate senses, the cull crashers protect them, especially those that eminate large amounts of Innocence. A cull crasher that finds a stray living being will be calmed, and follow them from a distance. Always watching. Waiting for when a soul swipe inevitably senses them and seeks to slaughter them.

If a living being can remind the cull crasher of who they used to be, even if the two had never met in previous life, the soul inside will be put to rest and ascend. The only other way for a cull crasher to be put to rest and have it's soul ascend is to find a flower field, and go into sleep mode. The flowers heal the soul of the cull crasher and warm the beasts, and must do so continously for the Cull Crasher to mentally and emotionally heal until enough time has passed.

Cull crasher behavior: They may travel alone or in small packs, seeking wide flower fields in the grey world. They use simple communication, and regard allies in a simple manner. A single cull crasher may function hunting with ambush tactics, or chase soul swipes and machine prey down and overpower them. This is based in power, and usually size, but not always. A large cull crasher is obviously going to have a crushing bite, but one can never know if a smaller, "weaker" cull crasher packs oil and acid, or destructive firearms until a circumstance rises where they unlease a laser canon. Cull crashers are usually on the move, but if the soul within one used to suffer depression and lethargy in their former life, if the cull crasher exceeds a certain size they are more likely to become stationary if alone and occupy territory within the Soul Vale rather than actively seeking flower fields.

The larger the cull crasher or the longer the cull crasher has had it's territory, the more viciously they will fight to defend themself and whatever is in it.

Soul swipe behavior: Due to their malice and selfishness in former life, soul swipes seek solitude and occupy their territories possessively. While they won't try to critically destroy fellow soul swipes, they will use extreme force and violence to chase another soul swipe away. The only exception to this is if the Soul Vale recognizes that two souls were formerly fond of one another when alive, in which case tenuous truces are born. A soul swipe only actively moves from place to place if it hasn't consumed enough souls to match it's size. Upon reaching enough souls to hoard for their size, they settle down and become stationary for long periods. The stolen souls of the cull crashers feel insurmountably pleasurable in the bellies of Soul Swipes.

With enough souls, a soul swipe can tap into whatever type of institution that gave them power they did not need in waking life, and receive continues power from the dubious and morally bankrupt behavior of various living entities who enjoy or partake in the violent oppressions of others. The first thing they usually use the power for is to grow where they otherwise would have been unable to, growing larger and larger the more pain and suffering exists in the world they came from. 

Strong winds howled over the cocoa mountain range, one of many in the vast nation of Mixma. Powdered sugar fell with snow and a few marshmallow snow bunnies munched on sparse patches of licorice grass. A cinnamon doe and her fawn looked at a creature, a person native to the area. Said person was of a species known as Fetchi— Magical chocolate based creatures with large chocolate bar tails (just in case one forgot what they were made of). This one's name was Fiifa Fiori.

Fiifa looked shyly at the deer, who appeared to be looking expectantly at them. The cinnamon deer, placid in demeanor, didnt talk— but Fiifa still felt awkward anyway. They loved all the animals that frequented the cocoa mountains and were well-known for their kind nature, even if no one talked to them about it— or talked to them in general.

It dawned on them what the deer might want, so with dainty white hands they pulled out a clump of light brown fur from their furry elbow. New fur immediately starting to slowly grow in the uneven patch. They held the clump up.

"This what you want sweethearts? It's all yours~" Fiifa said.

The doe, apparently highly familiar with this odd gesture, nudged her fawn towards Fiifa. It was normally taboo to pull at one's own fur and let others munch on its sweet goodness. Fiifa figured that since the creatures in question were cinnamon deer, it was ok. Still, they looked around to see if any other Fetchi were around, particularly the "snutty" rule-stickler ones. But there was no one. Fiifa looked back at the fawn, who was still indecisive.

"It's ok, you can have it. I bet your mom knows I feed other deer around here. Don't tell anyone, ok?"

When the fawn still didn't come forward. Fiifa laughed and got lower to the ground, despite already being  fairly small. A little under 5 feet and very stout, as most in their sect's size group—Rowlub Fetchi—tended to be. There were four sects of Fetchi, all initially divided by body type from puberty to college graduation for the purpose of focusing on the individual abilities of each. Rowlub, Liqsis, Boxbu, and Couverti comprised the total of four sects within the Fetchi species.

The day happened to be graduation day for Fiifa, who had done... alright in their academics and magical studies. At the moment, they were winding down after receiving their diploma in a Second coming of age ceremony. The whole thing had been stressful and only a few of their family members had even been able to drop by before leaving. But being out in the small clearing by the mountain pine range felt nice. Cinnamon deer always relaxed them and there were usually 1 or 2 in the spot where they stood.

“I'm just going to put this pile here and if you want more, come get it," they said, backing away from the deer with slow steps.

Against the powdered snow, the brown cocoa strands stood out and looked appetizing to a particular cinnamon cervine youngster. Once Fiifa was a good distance away, the fawn finally went up to the pile. Much to the joy of the doe as well, it had actually been a while that her child had dawdled on the decision. She must have had prolonged anticipation inside that was potentially killing her. But motherly patience had prevailed this time.

The fawn stuck out its tongue in a silly expression while looming over the small pile. Fiifa watched carefully as it started to eat and munch at the chocolate fur pile. They couldn't help but grin when the fawn's eyes widened in amazement. Fetchi fur was renowned for its sheer deliciousness and this case was no different. The fawn seemed excited at the prospect of more and eagerly bounded up to Fiifa, nipping and pulling on Fiifa's green-bordered, white, round belly.

"Ow! Ow ow ow! Wait please, you can't just take the fur from anywhere, sweetie! It has to be from the elbow for me!" Fiifa exclaimed.

They used their large, bendable tails to put a wedge between the fawn and their belly. Normally Fetchi only had one tail, but Fiifa had three , the same caramel brown as most of their body. The doe had come over with a silent apologetic look in her eyes. Fiifa merely continued to take more fur from their chubby arms then removed their tails from between them and the fawn.

They now had clumps of fur in both hands, which they held out to both the fawn and doe. Both immediately came to their paws, munching on the sweet fur. The fawn was highly energetic and Fiifa thought it might get at their hand, but it seemed like it was attempting to copy its mother. The doe was eating calmly, pacing herself. Soon the fawn did the same.

A resounding  bell, soft but loud, interrupted Fiifa's absent-minded thoughts. They hadn't forgotten that they needed to go somewhere but the bell was a notification that it was best to get going. Over the next few days, they were due to get acquainted with Fetchi "partners" or “work teammates” from different sects. At least one would be inclined to fulfill most of whatever small tasks Fiifa instructed to them. Knowing that made Fiifa feel weird. They weren't the type to give orders. They also weren't the type to refrain from doing their own work.

It was that work ethic, though, that had gotten noticed by the Fetchi academy board. As Fiifa traveled, they recalled bits of being pulled aside one day— about 3 months before graduation. They had been studying magic in one of the academy's many libraries.

“Fiifa, may we interrupt you for a bit?"

A calm voice  wove its way through the air. Fiifa looked up from their scroll to see the headmistress of the Rowlub academic division. They had been in the middle of reading about the nuances of firecasting.

“Oh of course! How can I assist all of you today? Oh-"

There were other Rowlub Fetchi there whom Fiifa recognized from the academic board. But they did a double-take as they saw members of the other sects as well. There was even a Couverti Fetchi who loomed over all the Fetchi present. Fiifa looked in hidden shock at the sheer size of them. Huge! No wonder the ceilings were so expansive and high! Fiifa had forgotten that the schoolboardhad to accommodate visiting Couverti.

It was very rare to see Couverti though, as there were few Couverti left after historically being hunted to near extinction by other races. Couverti were highly respectable members of the species, and Fiifa felt awed being in the presence of one finally.

“B-beg your pardon,” Fiifa started “But isn't it a bit early for me to be seeing other sect members?” Outside of strict religious reasoning, it was usually considered bad luck if a student saw someone from another sect in person. Supposedly it took away curiosity and nipped it in the bud, making for bad studies. It also opened the door for impulsive, unsupervised cannibalization (but not the way outsiders would think, of course)

The headmistress laughed. “Not this time, Mx. Fiori. We need you for a special meeting. Come along now.”

All the Fetchi proceeded toward a gigantic and well decorated meeting room, though the Couverti barely fit through the already massive doors, which were well over 20 feet tall. Once all were seated in the standard rolling chairs available, the headmistress began to speak.

“Mx. Fiori, you already know we separate ourselves until the second coming of age. But it is the unity we have with each other afterwards that makes us strong and able to overcome hardships when we finally do come together to combine all our abilities.” The other Fetchi in the room nodded among themselves. Some were writing notes on paper pads at the table that was there.

The headmistress continued. “Due to your considerate nature,you have been selected to partner up with skilled graduating Fetchi. Additionally, instead of having one Fetchi aide to help you with your post graduate work tasks, you will receive two thanks to what we have in store for you after graduation, along with….other reasons. BOTH will be Couverti.”

“W-wow... really? It's an honor!” Fiifa exclaimed.

Normally, upon graduation Rowlub were given one aide to assist them with secretarial tasks and errands among other things. Some Rowlub would become so enamored with being waited on that they would load their aides with trivial tasks. It was a lengthy process for the aides to file a complaint and find another Rowlub, so many just dealt with it. Just then, a message filled Fiifa’s mind. It was a calm...voice? Feeling? It was difficult to describe.

<Excuse me, allow me to explain this all a bit further.>

Fiifa was entirely startled, not being used to the telepathic communication of the Couverti. That was the only thing the complicated sensation in their brain could have been. It was simultaniously both a voice and not a voice at the same time.

<My name is Dr. Gearanna Fik. As you know, Rowlub are assigned one aide for assistance. Due to an excess of... unambitious Rowlub receiving aides from Couverti, we started to give less Couverti up to be ordered around like slaves,> messaged Dr. Fik.

It was understandable. Couverti, in Fiifa’s mind, were supposed to be respected when being told what to do for their Rowlub overseers. To just order them around for trivial things...? Fiifa had a small heart attack thinking about what all the previous Couverti must have felt like dealing with such Rowlub. They promised themself they wouldn’t follow in suite.

<Thus,> continued Dr. Fik, <Liqsis and Boxbu became more common aides for Rowlub. We have chosen to give you two couverti because we believe in our hearts that you will not abuse the decision. We acknowledge your hard work despite your academic performances falling short of the top percentile. Not everything is books and grades. Sometimes,….patience...is required.>

The headmistress nodded, “Dr. Fik has it summed up, it's not too complicated. In addition to your work ethic and behavior, we also are expecting to reveal guests at this year's second coming of age ceremony. They will not be Fetchi, but Caman.”

The surprises just seemed to keep coming. Fiifa tilted their head in curiosity. Camans had not been in contact with Fetchi in a long time, mostly due to the former's previous tendency to hunt Fetchi at times for...whatever reason.  Historians couldn't quite agree. All that was known was that usually, all contact was lost once a Fetchi was taken by a Caman. The only saving grace for the relations between Fetchi and Camans was that some Fetchi later turned up, reporting to have assimilated peacefully with Camans.

“You seem reasonably taken aback. It's alright. We haven't been very public about these plans,” said the headmistress.

<Indeed. Especially with current events, it is crucial we reform connection and alliances with Camans at once. There is a growing monster population, which, as we have learned, has dealt heavy blows to camans along with other species,> messaged Fik.

There was a brief series of murmurs surrounding the table, though tension wasn’t high. This wasn't news to everybody but Fiifa themself.

<Evidence suggests we will be next. Monsters have already started to infiltrate several of our other mountain communities. Admittedly, we have largely been unprepared and unsure how to handle the situation,> messaged Fik.

“Which comes to you. We would like you to take on a Fetchi representative position for at least one Caman. It is important to make a good impression, so we have plans to assign you one if you wish to accept.”

“Hmm...is that so then? Very interesting!” Fiifa fidgeted. They felt like their reactions were being recorded.

But Fiifa had perked up at the words that they might be a representative for Fetchi as a whole. They were curious to see what it might entail. The opportunity to not only see but work with a Caman as well...supposedly, they were descended from an ancient race called humans, who had been extinct for thousands upon thousands of years. Fiifa wasdefinitely interested in potentially learning more about Camans while being a representative...that is, if they were to go with the offer in the end.

“Before you make your decision, please be aware that you may have to travel outside of town, or even outside the cocoa mountain strip at some point. You will not be alone, but it still involves risk as it is dangerous beyond our walls. You don't have to make the decision right now, but if you wish to accept or decline right away, you may do so now”

Fiifa was quiet for a moment, then said “It’s alright. I’ll do it.”

Outside in the cold air, Fiifa picked up their pace a small tad since they didn't want to be late in meeting their teammates. Their white clawed feet made crunching noises as they patted towards the massive communal lodge. They now had permission to enter along with all other post graduate Fetchi. Quite the long time coming for a few of them, but thankfully not Fiifa themself.

They were worried about getting along with their partners. Feeding cinnamon deer had taken their mind off of thoughts in the back of their head for a bit, but nagging anxiety had resurfaced. What if none of the partners liked them? What if they were just annoying or uncool? They just wanted to be themself,but that seemed to have netted them a total of...0 consistent friends with peers over the years. That had been harder than Fiifa cared to admit to themself—or worse—their parents.

A distant muted screech reached their ears as they approached the lodge. The sound danced and lingered for a moment in the air. It was far enough to not be worrisome, but all Fetchi had been taught to know the noise. To fear it.

Powder Pheonix, they thought to themself. Utterly ancient predatory frost birds made of ice and sugar. Creatures that always appeared in a flurry of powdered snow and used blitzkrieg psychic shock attack tactics to stun prey and kill. Even if someone managed to escape their unforgiving sharp talons and beaks, powder pheonix were brutally persistent and could pursue a mountain creature, such as a Fetchi, to exhaustion before freezing them with icy breath blasts. Being crunched, shattered, and devoured was all that was left if the Fetchi managed to survive the initial icy blast while frozen solid.

One's only hopes were either being physically stronger than the (literally) chilling fearsome birds or, more commonly, firecasting. Fire would deter the birds and, if powerful enough, melt them. This would give time to flee or hide before the birds reformed and rose from their melt puddles. no one knew how to permanently kill them.

“Ah…” Fiifa murmured to themself, “I hope if we ever run into a powder pheonix, I can help everyone get away...but…” They knew their firecasting was...alright, but they had failed their firepower exam for powder pheonix combat. The test was designed to simulate a scenario of a powder pheonix appearance, putting students to the test to see if they could produce a blast powerful enough to overwhelm the bird’s frigid aura. Most Rowlub passed without a problem. But not them.

Upon reaching the large, delicately-carved door to the wooden lodge, Fiifa pushed it open the assistance magic kicking in and opening it all the way. Buildings were made large and grand in Fetchi enclosements as they needed to accommodate the large-to-massive forms of Couverti. some Coverti didn’t bother though,and just smacked holes into mountainsides to make dens for themselves there.

Inside, Fiifa made their way up a flight of ivory stairs. Warm soft light illuminated the lounges and halls. They paused for a few minutes to appreciate the swirling decor and artistry that graced the interior. Beautiful, intricate wood carvings of forestry and cinnamon deer graced the lodge along with other wildlife. Fiifa's favorite feature was the large painstakingly carved individual marble snowflakes placed here and there. At least I can appreciate artistry, they thought.

Fiifa still couldn’t stop thinking about their firepower exam. It was one of the few things that one was simply required to participate in rather than pass in order to graduate and proceed to second coming of age.Other students had failed their firepower scores. They had failed...miserably in their firepower score. They were thankful that exact firepower scores were kept somewhat private.

For the average Fetchi, running into a powder Pheonix was rare anyway, they reasoned while taking a turn down a hall. It still stung, though, knowing how they were at a point which wasn't enough to fend off an attack. Even if it probably wouldn't manifest as a serious scenario, itt was the principle of it all. Other monsters were more probably more likely...but also, just as dangerous.

Among Fetchi, Rowlub had the most powerful firecasting. Boxbu couldn't usually compare, Liqsis were more adept at their signature icecasting, and Couverti couldn't even firecast at all. That would have left them almost defenseless against an ice attack if it weren’t for their sect-exclusive psionics. Though Couverti were also among the few Fetchi in size that could manage to physically go toe to toe with a powder pheonix and actually manage to escape.

Fiifa knew they were worrying too much. It was something they frequently did and it made them overcautious. It was probably a contributor to why they didn't have any friends at the moment. It felt like they seeped out anxiety regularly. They thought too much about what they should say, leaving them awkward and clunky in conversation. For some reason, it just felt hard to be themself around most of their peers.

Perhaps this will be different, they thought. They were finally at the large doors to the room where they needed to be, and they reached their hands outward to push at intricately carved wood. They paused, suddenly quite nervous. They hadn't amped themself up enough to meet new people yet...Still, it was their responsibility to follow through. Hypothetically, backing out and running from something they were supposed to do would probably wreck their standing. Not that they really had much to begin with.

They just happened to be nice and considerate. Or at least that was what their teachers had always said. Their teachers had always, always urged them to just be themself. Well, that's what I’ll try to do, they told themself, making an attempt at a confidence boost. With that, they pushed at the large doors. The doors were...heavier than expected. Of course. They were big because they had to fit Couverti. Fiifa braced their tails on the ground and heaved, hoping the assistance magic would kick in. Once it did, the doors unexpectedly flew open, slamming  VERY loudly on both sides. It actually caused a reverberation.

“....Oh….kay….then….” they whispered to themself.

Behind the doors, two Fetchi in a predictably massive room were now visible. A...very large Boxbu that gazed at them with a bored nonchalant expression and a Liqsis sitting at a table with a book. The latter had quite the startled expression. Fiifa did as well since they hadn't meant for the doors to slam that loudly.

“Uh, hi, hello,” they said, walking towards the table before  gingerly taking a seat in a rolling chair.

The Boxbu looked at them indifferently and uttered a small grunt. The Liqsis waved, clearly uncomfortable. Neither said a word.

Well then, off to an absolutely wonderful start. 

Name: Willow Borasco

Age: Early 20’s, depicted in full human life span

Pronouns: Uses they/them primarily but any pronoun is fine as long as things alternate and “he/him” isn't focused on.

Gender: Non binary 

Orientation: Pansexual grey aromantic

Birthday: October 26th, Scorpio Sun

Ethnicity: Mixed black pacific islander

Nationality: USA citizen

Height: 6’9”

Religion/faith: Vaguely christian, may convert to islam

Body details and medical info:

 Willow is...very tall, and like many other individuals in their family has a rectangular frame for their torso. Willow is the second strongest Borasco sibling, and frequently doesn’t know their own strength and forgets their height. They are often covered in bruises and scratches from bumping into things due to their size, though there is nothing particularly notable beyond that.

Neurotype: Autistic

Personality:

Willow often appears to have their own agenda in their head. They are a fairly quiet introverted type person who values methodical thinking over fast paced social banter (not that they can't enjoy or appreciate these things). Sometimes they look to be absent minded and with their head in the clouds, but if gently roused out of their own world they have a fairly sweet and caring demeanor laced with curiosity. However they can be quite critical of people and themself, and tend to withdraw or not follow through on actions if they feel moody. Some may even call them inconsistent.

They have many complex little routines and ways of thinking, and if disrupted from their rigid line of thoughts (much like a fast moving orderly assembly line), they do have the capacity to show sudden unreasonable bouts of temper and high emotional charges, which tends to surprise those who are used to their more collected and calm temperament. People also used to their more quiet and calm temperament also might be surprised that they can be ridiculously silly and humorous--unless they follow Willow’s internet activity already. Tends to have humor others might find themselves uncomfortable with, and gets a kick out of offending bigoted people.

While not a walking magnet for trouble, Willow could easily grate on a more conservative person's nerves. On the surface they're quite a cheery person, if not a little critical of others and themselves. On top of that they carry a sexual sort of aura, but is more likely to make broad nsfw innuendo than they are to outright hit on a person. If they decide they like you, they will remain friendly even if the other party is slightly less than friendly. If they don't like a person they tend to laugh at them a lot and give them merciless sass whenever they screw up.

They are on the  Autism Spectrum. Generally this can make them withdrawn sometimes and difficult to socialize with, but they are pretty friendly on standard unless someone proves to be pretty rude. Autistic people do seek social activity, and like a lot of them, Willow is not entirely good at it in ways you could expect from people with their disorder. Willow can be clumsy, appear arrogant, and be rigid in keeping a routine. They're also easy to take advantage of, and can get nervous periodically. It takes a long time for things in their personality to change.

They are often in flux between being quiet and studious on their interests to being flamboyant and crude. Despite this they are very caring towards those who put up with them and usually end up trying to be a people pleaser...even if they're sassing them. They're a bit....prone to manipulation at times because of how their thought process is. It would be unwise to think of them as being incapable of reason or naive just because they can fall for things that are easier spotted by neurotypical people as a whole.

A bit on the inside and under the surface, they have more of a violent and vindictive side. "Forgiving and forgetting" is something they need to work on, as they cannot do both at the same time. It's hard to directly bring out their abrasive and extreme critical side, but it is definitely lurking under their skin. They're usually only an asshole if you are, and has a very "talk shit get hit" attitude when it comes to people they have no tolerance for. They're fairly blunt and honest. But this doesn't mean they can't be secretive.

History:

When Willow was born, they were born the youngest in the state of Hawai'i in the USA, into a large family. Their family was always  busy one way or another, and moved to California for business when they were four. As they aged, they comprehended more and more about themself from an early age. For one, they didn't feel like a boy or girl as soon as they could understand gender identity as a concept. For two, their ways of talking, acting, and being didn't seem to match up with other children their age. Their grandmother ran a few tests on them, and they were diagnosed to be on the autism spectrum. Their grandmother also suspected that they might be a non-binary transgender individual, but the thoughts were rejected by their stringent and strict father. 

From there they attempted to fit in with other kids their age, but was often ostracized or made fun of for various things. Being small, saying they weren’t a boy or girl but not being able to answer why, or just being too caring in general towards animals and objects, Willow’s peers didn’t seem to have a limit on what they would nip and nag Willow on.

With all the passive aggressive bullying from peers, Willow relied heavily on social interaction with their older siblings, tending to withdraw from classmates and strangers after a certain point. Their siblings consisted of a pair of twins; Rem and Vinne, and a set of triplets; Nyx, Hemera, and Persephone. Often when Willow's parents were busy, they would watch and observe their siblings for amusement, and although their siblings didn't always understand them, they loved Willow regardless of their quirks and weird temperament.

In particular Willow hung out most with Rem and Vinne, as their sisters were very busy individually with their own friends. The twins both enjoyed similar things, Rem in particular enjoyed dancing and was in ballet class, whereas Vinne liked to play volleyball and basketball. Since the twins had friends that caused the dancing and basketball to intersect more often than not, Willow was always watching them from the background. When the family moved back to hawai’i for 4 years when willow was 8, they didn’t really care since they weren’t attached to many aside from their siblings, but understood why everyone else seemed upset.

When they were 12 years old, their family moved back to California for further business. Through everything, they were always watching and admiring their siblings, especially Rem, who had taken up basketball with Vinne upon entering high school. When Willow themself entered high school, they found their own niche of people to fit in with, and seemed to be happy. Willow struggled with their gender identity for a bit before Rem helped them figure out their non binary status.

Things changed dramatically when Willow was 16. The twins had had enough of their father’s treatment of Rem, and moved out of the house. Shortly after, Willow’s parents started to violently erupt at each other in ways that made Willow fear for both of their safety. After a particularly nasty night that involved the police actually coming to the house to check on the situation, Willow’s father left the house permanently and filed for divorce. Thus the only people left in the house were them, their mother, and their older sister Persephone. 

Willow and Persephone started to hang out more, as Persephone had started to work from home. Willow learned a lot from her about concepts of justice and history, and started to adopt a lot of her outlook on life. They became very opposed to things they had felt neutral about before, and in general started to grow as a person with morals. WIllow started to do very well in humanities and language arts, and in passively becoming a very good student, most expected them to attend college post high school.

Once the graduated highschool, they didn’t particularly feel like going to college. They began to study STEM on their own time, while balancing volunteer work at various animal shelters and other charity organizations. They wanted to be proactive with how they would help people and things in life. In addition, they had developed quite the online following on their blog due to promoting animals in need for adoption by posing with them in pictures with high quality aesthetic.

Willow lived a pretty quiet life from then on, and adopted a very consistent routine. Work, play, harder work, and a little harder play as a routine was very important to them. Willow gradually become knowledgeable about all sorts of animals and the proper ways to handle and care for them physically and medically, along with becoming even more competent with computer science in general than they already were. They especially liked when one of their kooky aunts would come into town and show them new tips and tricks on her visits to see Willow’s Mom. She offered them a position out of state with a software company, but Willow politely declined.

When Willow was 22, they got wind of some drama that Vinne leaked to them concerning the status of Rem. Willow was furious to find out that Rem had been being periodically taken advantage of sexually in their sleep and while drunk. Despite warnings by Vinne to let Rem handle their own business, Willow could not help but see utter red, knowing exactly who the person in question was, feeling personally betrayed. Without any discussion with Rem, Willow took it upon themself to call out the person on social media, starting a successful drag that ended in the person’s social ruin.

Unfortunately for Willow, Rem did not take Willow taking their own trauma and business into their own hands. For a period of time, Rem did not speak to Willow and avoided them out of fear of saying things that could potentially burn a bridge between the two. Despite initial anger and annoyance, Willow eventually realized they had made a serious mistake in not letting rem come to their own private resolution with Rem and their partner. Even if rape had occurred, Willow felt serious remorse in exacerbating a private situation, as they had been expressedly told that Rem’s partner wasn’t an active threat to anyone, yet they had made them out to be.

Willow eventually apologized to Rem and their by then ex, but still found the situation very unsavory and unacceptable. Using their influence again they were able to stop an abusive dogpile and admitted their wrongdoing, but felt as if not enough people saw it as a wrongdoing that they had invaded Rem’s privacy by summoning an internet calvary. Willow started to feel awkward at some of the sentiment they started to see for their actions being “for the greater good” and started to blog less. Past that incident, Willow tended to stray away from stepping into situations unrequested. 

Tidbits:

Symbolism:

• Animal in zoo meta: White tiger

• Colors: Teals, greens, reds, whites

• Elemental affinity: Nature (flowers, plants, poison)

• Weapons if applicable: Bludgeoning tools, feet and legs for kicking

Musical tastes: 

• Club music

• Hardstyle

• Trance

• Hip hop

• Dream pop

Food tastes:

• Pineapple

• Taro

• Beans

• Most meat items

• Anything not related to bananas

Played sports: Baseball, enjoys sports in general

Hobbies:

• Cooking

• Cleaning

• Watching baseball/sports

• Gardening

Talents:

• Animal care

• Being persistent

• Effectively beating people up

• Hacking

• Extremely Fast math computation

Giiwitaashkaa talents:

• Innately lucky

• Inclined to see ghosts with exposure to them

• Actual photographic memory

• ???

Giiwitaashka affinitie(s): Nature, poison

Instruments played: None

Basic emotions:

Surprise: Willow has medium tendency to get surprised outside of physical reflexes. They try to hide surprise on average, and don't like letting people even in jest knowing that they “got” Willow. It actually can be a little dangerous to surprise Willow since they might have a “tiger brain” reaction that involves lashing out quickly and violently without thinking about it too much. 

Disgust: the quickest way to activate the more vindictive and critical aspect of Willows personality. Willow hates things they find disgusting and does their best to avoid imagery or people that make them feel like they want to vomit. Willow in a prolonged state of disgust is highly passive aggressive. Rather than instinctively act on violent thoughts they are more likely to plan and organize violent thoughts and intentions.

Anger: Even if no one can tell, willow gets angry a lot. They don't suppress the emotion that much, it just happens to be naturally muted UNLESS they are in a legitimate animalistic rage. Being Curt and snippy pales in comparison to the moment willow has finally had enough being angry without doing anything and picks up a nailed baseball bat.

Happiness: Willow seeks out happiness most often in the forms of animals and good aesthetic. The energy Willow can get around animals is much more noticeable than what they get from humans, if anything. Even plants tend to make Willow happier than a lot of humans, but Willow also takes great happiness in interacting with friends that aren’t their family. Willow sees happiness in the forms of success and triumph whenever they correctly execute a task, either physically or socially. Since it is easier for Willow to keep their cool when happy, Willow most often tries to put happiness at the front of their emotional pursuits like any other person.

Fear: Doesn’t like being scared, period. Willow will not stick around in morbid fascination at things that scare them, let alone if they are also disgusted at the same time. Has a negative reaction to playful jokes involving fear, and very much dislikes feeling it enough to not speak to anyone who tries such things for time equal to how severe the prank was. Willow is somewhat “flight” when it comes to fight or flight in person but if it involves other people maybe getting hurt they bulk up and go into aggressive tiger mode to fend off whatever it is that's plaguing them and others.

Sadness: Willow gets very active when sad. They feel that being sad or depressed sucks, but the only way to get out of it is to do things. For Willow, that means tackling as many tasks as possible, and being as helpful as possible. Getting validation for completion of tasks and being helpful is a great way to lift them right out of sadness and more on track towards where they were before.

Quotes:

“Say hello to buttercup the ball python! Isn’t she just sweet……”

“Yikes.”

“I’m allergic to bee stings...it makes admiring their aerodynamically nonsensical bodies very exhilarating when close up”

“The most classified document in USA history was leaked and made into a movie by Jerry Seinfeld”

"Some people never learn to take warning signs on their reality. I can.”

“You aren’t short. I’m just very, very tall.”

“Keep your head out of where it doesn't belong, or it's gunna roll, sweetheart~ (✿◠‿◠)”

“Please be quiet, I am trying to concentrate on something important….”

“WhaT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Thoughts:

‘ (◡‿◡✿) ‘

‘ (◕‿◕✿)!!! Death ‘ 

 ‘┻━┻ ︵ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ go fuck yourself ‘

‘ (   •   ‿    •   ) kill ‘

‘ (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ‘

‘Man I wonder if anyone else thinks solely in emojis’

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The following is based off a painting viewable at the Weisman Museum:

Stark white hills surround me on all sides, I’m laying on a bed of rocks staring off into the sky as I think about my future. Once I had dreams of who I would become, I thought about all the things I would do and the places I would go. But now I was stuck here, I’d never be able to accomplish any of what I had dreamed of. Every single plan any of us had was crushed into dust.

There are no stars anymore, there’s only a whirling void stretching on endlessly as we spin in the middle of it. We all awoke one day to find our star growing more and more distant, we had been disconnected from our solar system's gravity and were hurtling into the void. Nobody knew why this happened, it could’ve been a spatial anomaly but nobody has ever been able to prove what exactly caused it. It’s a miracle that there’s any real directional gravity anymore, or even any light on our surface, but we still have plenty of energy left from nuclear reactors. We’ve spent decades out here in nowhere, and it’s projected we’ll be able to last a few hundred years longer.

After we’re gone our home will be out here alone in the vast nothingness. I clutch a handful of pale rocks and squeeze them, feeling each angle and point on them as they jab into various parts of my palm. My arm whips up and I toss the rocks into the air watching as they float off and vanish. 

Each habitat plate had isolated themselves after the event, there was no conflict because everyone was too scared to waste any of the resources we had. There are a few friends I haven’t heard from in years because nobody is willing to reach out to each other with such dire straits on the horizon for the foreseeable future. Some people tried to escape early on,  it’s impossible to know what happened to them as no transmissions they sent could reach us with the speed our home is hurtling. I like to think that they’re alright, settling onto one of our home system's other planets and living well.

“Mila, yortuno! Where are you?” The comms in my helmet crackle to life as I can hear Belot try to contact me, he refers to me as yortuno, a term of endearment. 

“Aye Belot, I’m just by the Maalik point.” I respond, I’m desperate for every moment I can muster to be alone and just think but I also can’t stand to leave them all alone. There’s a slight crackle before the comms turn off. It’s a few minutes before I see Belot approaching
“Mila, you spend too much time out here. Come back, please.” The local line crackled less, so I could hear how sad Belot was. I see it in their eyes through the thick visor plate, they look like they’ve spent hours worrying. They come right up to me and offer their hand but in a moment of weakness, I push it away.

“You know I need time, you know I need to think on this!”
“What is there to think of Mila, everything we know, this is it! This is our truth now.” Belot gestures to the empty open sky and I feel my anger boiling up within me.
“Why does it have to be? Why are you so set on this being the end?!” I cry back to Belot and look away from them. I grasp at my helmet with my gloved hands and keep my eyes shut tight, facing away from Belot as I start to dry heave.
“Mila, Mila! Listen, just come back with me. Let yourself feel me yortuno.” Belot places their hands on my back and I freeze up. I wait a moment before standing and woefully following Belot back to our habitat. The airlocks hiss and bite as they open and close behind us and Belot helps me remove my suit. I let them touch my skin as they remove each piece and when it’s done they remove their own as I stand to the side and watch.

Once they’ve put it all away they take my hand and guide me to our room, I can feel them rubbing their thumb on the back of my hand and It makes my heart ache. When we get to the bed they drag me down onto it and start to run their other hand through my hair.

“I know of it Mila, how hard these times have been on you. I know running away helps you to not think of it.” Their voice is gentle, I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as I let my pain ache throughout me.

“You don’t have to do this alone, you don’t have to be hurting by yourself. This all may be our truth, but we can share its burden. I miss Ayan as much as you do.” Belot wraps their arms around me as I sob and I can feel them shaking too.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s gone. I’m just scared.” I voice my fears with a whimper, all I can feel is the never-ending worrying. Belot doesn’t say anything in response, but I feel them nod as they press their face against my back. I lay with them in silence, I know that things will never be easy, but here I feel a bit safer, a bit more ready to accept the truth. I think of what my world may look like from an outsider's perspective, a mass of white spinning on a backdrop of inky darkness. I think of what will happen once we are all gone, and then I decide to stop thinking.

My home will always be here, even if I am not.