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Her innocent feelings are belittled [...] and she learns to ignore her feelings. She can’t afford to feel the full range of feelings in her body [...] pain, outrage, hate, vengeance [...] she short-circuits [...] and goes numb. [...][T]he only recourse is to shut down. Feelings go underground.

[ SurVeillance aRrest seNtinel ] - SVRN "Severine"
< linnaeus argentum >

INTP - The Logician | Ennegram 5w6 - The Problem Solver

3.5 years [ since creation and activation ]

[ Technically Agender ]
Was created as a feminine unit

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆. 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼. 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝗼-𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗼, 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 — 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝟯𝟭𝟬 — 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.
𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆. 𝗦𝗥𝗩𝗡 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 '𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.' 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵, 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀.
𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗦𝗥𝗩𝗡 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 - 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻-𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱-𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻-𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀.

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- Has pretty poor recollection of past events due to manipulation and deletion of many of her past memories. Some of her memories were also tampered with, leading to a very altered perception of reality at times. Basically selective amnesia.

"That love is worth it. It is worth any hardship, it is worth illness. It is worth injury. It is worth isolation. It is even worth death. For life without love is only a shadow of life."
- Myke Cole

Colette | Lettie | Female | She/her | 3.4 years
[ Wolf Mix - 75% wolf ]

Bisexual | Lesbian

” Love flies, runs, leaps for joy; it is free and unrestrained. "

[ nurturing, compassionate, resourceful, devoted, courageous ]
[ pragmatic, realistic, short-tempered, emotional, stubborn ]

Colette is pretty much whom you'd regard to be the mom of the group. A canine who, though not large at all and despite her background, has chosen to align herself with love and care instead of hatred and war. Her maternal nature is easily explained by the fact that she's had two litters so far, sons and daughters taken away from their mother to serve the organization until the day they're turned into beasts of scrap metal forever. Even so, whatever they may choose, they will always have her support, for she is their mother; this is the single-minded she gives the other prisoners of the Organization.

Colette will always do what she can for the others, and in recognition of her duty, the canid has certainly developed a craftiness of sorts. She's learned to watch the humans, observe their patterns and when the time is ripe, to set aside a little extra food or water. The resources alloted for the hounds in comparison to that of the wolves are scarce — they have always been scarce in this neglectful existence if you're setting aside some for the little ones — but Colette has learned to do without it. She has done without her milk before, the cruel severing of her heart bound into the cage of steel and wire, but you'll be hard pressed to find her mourning these losses. Thus are the rules survival abides by. This burning need and desire for survival has forced her to become a very stubborn canine as well.

On top of her enduring nature comes a realistic understanding of the reality of her situation, the stakes of her actions, and the repercussions. She acts in a pragmatic way that may come across as rigid or excessively firm at times.

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TW: Sexual assault, unwated pregnancies

Colette greatly dislikes talking about the mate the organization forced upon her as it drags up unwanted memories. A rare specimen of exceptionally high wolf blood concentration (75%), you would've thought that she would've been sent to fight. But she wasn't. Her young body simply too frail and elegant to be marred by combat, she was instead delegated for an alternative purpose: pup-rearing. Colette didn't even know the other wolf dog she had been paired with, only that he was similarly pure in wolf-blood, and thus the ideal male to carry on the bloodline. He was bigger and a lot stronger than her at that time, and he was quick; the deed was done before she could comprehend it. The bite marks have faded from her downy pelt, their healing facilitated by the scientist's serum.

Misery, not pride, filled Colette's pregnancy days. She was too big to walk around and too tired to move. The pups wriggling in her belly were born soon after, a healthy litter of three with two sons and a daughter. The new mother got barely half a year to spend with her pups before they were taken away. Her only consolation being that since they were wolves like her, they wouldn't be locked away in steel cages. Some days, she thinks she can hear them barking, but she has never gotten to check whether this is just her imagination or reality. Whether they died or lived, she never knew.

Her next litter would be bore exactly a year and a half after her previous one. Colette soon grew to despise the male the Organization forced upon her, and the pain he wrought upon her body. He treated her worse than a wild hare. Like her previous litter, the pups would be taken from their mother while she was out on patrol. The pups she lost hovered in like ghosts, their hungry whimpers for food haunting her dreams. It had been her dream once to be a mother. Was this what she wanted? A more logical dog would've resigned themselves to their fate, but not her. Colette brought herself to love the pups despite their limited time together.

So much so that she convinced another female wolf to hide the one female pup that came out of her third pregnancy: Nainsi, a "stillborn." Perhaps out of some token of mercy, the pup was left with her mother; possibly because they thought she'd eat Nainsi for nutrients. But Colette never did. Nainsi thrived under her mother's watchful care, but she was a sickly and frail thing. Too many pregnancies and not enough food forced Colette to give nearly everything she had to her final litter.

But small steps outward from the hollow to perceive the world.

She has Nainsi and that's enough.

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- Can be heard humming lullabies or haunting tunes out loud during the nighttime

"If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."
- Nicola Machiavelli

Kunikuzushi | Male | He/him | 4.5 years
[ Black Fox ]

Aro/ace

"If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

[ cunning, perceptive, quick-witted, well informed, strong-willed ]
[ cruel, obsessive, snarky, boastful, rude, merciless, selfish ]

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TW: general angst

Once upon a time, a mechanical coyote came to live in a company of wolves. To hide it's mechanical shell, the coyote donned the pelt of a wolf, and so the wolves welcomed him fondly. While the coyote enjoyed the wolves' company during the day, at night he crouched alone silently pitying the wolves for not recognizing his diabolical self. However, the coyote told interest when the wolves received a new member that was not a wolf. A black fox pup, a juvenile abandoned by his mother. He was smaller than the wolves, and his fur was the color of soot. He was not as graceful or noble as they were, nor did he have their lustrous furs, but the wolves were greatly unconcerned. To them, he was indeed a wolf, just smaller in size and much thinner. A white wolf by the name of Glyndwr even said outright that "he was a wolf as far as he was concerned."

Furious at the joy the fox enjoyed, the coyote set the wolves' woodland home ablaze. Terrified animals panicked and fled from the spreading blaze, but not before one of the pups was left behind on a smoldering branch. The monster proclaimed that in order to quell the inferno, there must be a sacrifice to be made. Glyndwr rose up and addressed the coyote directly, stating that since they were the smartest of them all, they should be the one to solve their dilemma. The coyote grinned, escorted the wolf to the side of the fire, and killed him. The monster ripped out Glyndwr's claws, creating a necklace-pendant talisman that glowed pure and white under the moonlight.

The coyote returned to the fox pup and said, "The wolves have decided. You are the one. Take this talisman. Save the pup, and die for your kin."

The wolf pup was saved, but the fox lived. Grateful to the coyote for their help, the fox asked where the talisman came. Horror overwhelmed his mind when the coyote (lied), saying that Glyndwr had killed a lesser-ranking wolf for their claws. The fox left the wolf pack for good and journeyed further towards the wasteland. On the way, he met another fox pup with a broken leg. The two promised they would spend all their days together, but the pup was fatally ill. He passed away not long later. After the burial, the fox shoved all their belongings into a nearby river.

Heartbroken, the fox pup abandoned the area for good. His day filled with woeful nightmares, his nights were spent wandering, growling at the sky and at the forest. What rot it had been, to trust his heart to them. He would never cherish another living being, not a small bird nor a single blade of grass. Rage darkened his heart until his heart was as dark as his pelt.

Sometime later, he met a mechanical dog from the Organization and offered a metaphorical seat at the table. The surgeries enforced upon him have replaced his heart and legs.

The cold steel around his chest a solemn reminder of his cold nature.

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- Actually quite abusive and hurtful, even for his small size.
- Theme song would definitely be Bohemian Rhapsody.
- Mechanical leg and chest
- Yes, before you ask, this is Scaramouche from Genshin Impact.

"tba"









ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ /

ᴛᴏxɪᴄ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ /

ᴍᴇʟɪɴᴏᴇ

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ /

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ /

ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ

ᴀɢᴇ /

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʟꜰ

ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ /

92% ᴛɪᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ | ᴍɪx

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ /

ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ /

ʜᴏᴍᴏʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ /

Highly manipulative to her peers; a two-faced individual with no morals. Aggressive and hostile; known for putting her peers in their place, correcting rebellious behavior one way or another. Melinoe is observant, easily obtaining information on the sidelines; she’s used blackmail for her own gain. She’s a sadistic individual, lacking any kind of compassionate, empathetic or caring emotion.


She’s diligent, despite being a strong-willed canine, and completes a mission regardless of the tasks at hand; there isn’t room for failure, and she refuses to let anyone forget that. Melinoe prefers to be careful when fighting and will take time to keep them at bay until she’s able to figure out their weaknesses; she may seem narcissistic, but she’s aware of the threat when undermining an opponent. Due to her mass, overpowering an opponent is easier when in a heated fight; lacking any hesitation to tear her enemies apart when she sees an opportunity.

—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ /

Melinoe is partial to colder weather, snow, and chilling winds.

Constant control; melinoe prefers to be able to monitor her peers every move.

Manipulation is a trait she finds highly useful; to her, it paves the way to ultimate corruption, truly infecting the mind of the weak.

Melinoe has an insatiable bloodlust; she finds enjoyment in slaughtering

Compliance: willingness to obey another’s command is key with melinoe, because otherwise the alternative solution would result in potential death, and as much as she’d enjoy a bloodbath, she’d prefer living soldiers.


—ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ /





ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ | ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ /


ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ /


ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ /


ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ /


ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ /
none, open

ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(ꜱ) /
none

ᴋɪɴ /

Macaria (half-sister)


ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ /

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Melinoe secretly adores Andrea for her intellect, and ability to easily deceive others. She finds her to be intriguing; an enigma she’s become enraptured with, obsessing with figuring her out.
⚔
She despises her half sister, believing her to be too soft-hearted, and a push over. She’s aware it’s a mutual hatred.
⚔
Melinoe knew of the original development of SVRN; having been present to see the progression.