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airlocked........... 2!!!

It's the murdergame meme, but thinly retextured for Airlocked!! Don't say I don't love you, Airlocked crew.
The premise is simple: It's a meme where you play out scenarios with your alternate Champion choices for Airlocked, either characters you considered apping at the time but decided against or characters who you started playing after the end of Airlocked. The world is your oyster!
Just fill in the form below, pick a round for your character (1-4 or maybe even 5 if you're feeling particularly feral) and have a wonderful nostalgic murdergame time!
Rin Asunaro | Shelter | Round 1
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Wandering Artist
Likes: Drawing, exploring, the smell of fresh glass
Dislikes: Closed spaces, darkness
Traits: Quiet, artistic, sheltered
Trivia: Rin was one of the last humans born on Planet Earth.
Your average everyday teenage girl who just so happens to have spent the last ten or so years of her life in a virtual reality world under her control. She has no memory of what happened to her prior ending up in the VR or really any knowledge of her identity or where she came from. It's totes fine and won't be the subject of any upsetting memory regains later down the line.
She's kind of quiet and weird on account of having spent so much time alone but if you're nice in her direction for like five seconds, she'll glom right onto you. Supremely reckless and has basically no sense of danger or self-preservation. She usually carries around something to draw with as a comfort object and she's always doodling away something or other. ]
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A'ight, pick a color.
[ There's a small plastic tote full of polishes that he got out of the gatcha. Mostly bold colors but a few pastels and glitters if you dig]
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[There is indeed a small covered platter on one of the cafeteria tables. Approach? Y/N.]
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Bryn Pendragon | OC | Round 2
Age: 18 | Species: Human, dragon | Occupation: Wandering
troublemakeradventurerLikes: A good fight, hot food around a campfire, adventuring
Dislikes: Humans, princes, losing.
Traits: Adventurous, impulsive, cheerful, vengeful
Trivia: She likes to be called Bryn.
[ Appearance and impressions cliffnotes here! A traveling warrior with as many braincells as she has functioning eyes (which is to say, one). She was raised by a dragon as part of his horde until a prince whose name and face she's yet to find out went and slayed him. After taking on the powers of her Dead Dragon Dad, Bryn has set out on a Revenge Road Trip across the continent of Seidrfold, a Fantasy Kitchen Sink setting full of all sorts of neat European mythological nonsense. Despite how edgy that description makes her sound, she's actually a cheerful, high-energy sheltered weirdo who cannot be trusted with her own braincell and is having SO MUCH FUN out here on her wild adventure. She can get kind of weird and condescending about Regular Humans as a consequence of her upbringing, and she's also kind of cheerfully bloodthirsty about seeing culprits executed??? I'm sure it's fine. ]
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[It's a few weeks into the game, and fellow fantasy refugee Magnus Burnsides, Champion Reckless Do-Gooder is standing by the pool, trying to catch your attention.]
Check out what I found on the new floor!
[He's got one of the Death Orbs. He's wedged his muscular bulk inside it, just his legs sticking out.]
CANNONBALL-!
[He jumps into the pool in the orb, laughing hysterically. He lands with a splash, bobbing back up gently and- wait, wait. No. He's flipping head down in the pool, legs flailing in the air.]
[Someone probably should've seen that coming.]
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Scintilla Caminus | FFXIV oc | pick a round thinking is hard
Age: 27 | Species: Miqo'te | Occupation: Warrior of Light/Darkness
Likes: Her friends, blacksmithing, fighting
Dislikes: Injustice, gods, Garlemald
Traits: Reckless, stubborn, compassionate
Trivia: Has the ability to cast magic, but no talent for it.
[infopost here! A young woman with cat ears/tail and slit pupils, because that's normal. Rarely speaks at length even in trials, but when she does it sounds like her words don't quite suit her; like they're carefully chosen to hide an accent. But she's a good listener, and friendly enough if approached. Absolutely no sense of regard for her own safety, and often just flat-out disappears into the nearest available supply closet or locked room on memory regain mornings.]
Aster Kairos | DnD OC | god idk r2, sure
Age: 25 | Species: Tiefling | Occupation: Thief
Likes: Gold, gambling, cheating at gambling
Dislikes: Nobility, rich people, rich nobility
Traits: Confident, impulsive, prone to panicking.
Trivia: His natural hair color is black.
[Aster is an average tiefling who puts up a front of calm confidence in an attemot to hide that he has no idea what he's doing. Usually he lets other people take the lead in trials and other group situations, staying to the back lines with the occasional remark in favor of or against any particular course of action. Oddly, he's very evasive about where he came from or what the deal is with his title, and insists someone screwed up the name on his profile.]
Let's say post some gruesome trial or another?
... holdin' up?
[no way is he talking to the kids but another adult is fine probably???]
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you know what let's have a post horrible trial too i miss afterparty angst
That was all a bit excessive, don't you think? It really felt like a waste of time.
[ phrasing... ]
hell yeah
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Kevin Beckman | Ghostbusters: Answer the Call | R2
Age: 27 | Species: Human | Occupation: Receptionist, Ghostbuster, Mascot
Likes: His job, dogs, sounding intelligent
Dislikes: Coffee, not being taken seriously, disrespecting women juice
Traits: Enthusiastic, confident, nescient
Trivia: Kevin was hired to his current position immediately on applying.
》arrival《
[Kevin doesn't seem especially bothered upon arrival. It's a nice night out, this is a fancy party, and he looks pretty darn good in this suit, even if he doesn't remember owning it. Or getting dressed. Or much of anything before waking up in that limo.]
[So obviously the party is going great already.]
[The thing on his wrist is kind of weird though, he has to admit.]
They picked a good photo, yeah? I remember getting this headshot.
[Weird but apparently not that worth worrying about.]
Some of the info's a little off, though. I've never tried confectionating.
[Later on in the evening, he can be found trying to- is he trying to take it off, or just adjust it? Whatever, he's messing with the PIP.]
Ow! Ow. Ow. Ow.
[He is not making any connection between his small tugs and pulls and the shocks he's receiving.]
》downtime《
[Kevin keeps pretty busy in the days and weeks following their arrival. He spends a lot of time at the pool, you're welcome viewers, but once the bowling alley opens up he can be found there pretty often too. He's actually surprisingly good at it?]
[And it might be surprising, but he actually takes some initiative and can be found some evenings gathering and counting various supplies around the mansion. Food, medical supplies, sharp gardening implements, toxic cleaning chemicals, all the foam cubes in the death orb zone. Normal stuff.]
[And then there's the karaoke bar. Maybe it's not too surprising, but Kevin's got a pretty good singing voice.]
》afterparty《
So. That was. Hm.
[It's probably not surprising that Kevin's normally cheerful demeanor is more than a little subdued following a trial and execution. He looks just a bit green, even by the time everyone's gathered back up afterward.]
I made some fairy bread? If you want.
[He offers a small tray of bread slices covered in sprinkles.]
The butter wasn't spreading right so I used some olive oil instead. Should be healthier that way too.
》trial《
[It had to be a bad frame job. Aside from the soiled, burned clothing in Kevin's room, the mechanical supplies, it had frankly been too smart a trap to be Kevin. A fake bomb, designed to send out a massive electric shock to anyone trying to disarm the nonexistent explosives. Tricky to engineer, and nastily targeted towards the more intelligent among them, those with the technical know-how to try disarming it in the first place.]
[But then, Kevin was missing time.]
[Not just from the previous night, but other meetings and incidents from their entire time here. Bits and pieces from this very trial.]
[Eventually, with pressure, a breaking point comes. It's subtle, for just a second, but his stance goes from confused and uneasy to almost a swagger, his face going blank.]
Catching on? Finally, let's get this over with.
[PIPs cheep and ding around the courtroom as a new profile appears under Kevin's.]
[Rowan North, Champion of Possession]
Go ahead and vote. Maybe not my plan A, but I still win. I swear, just being stuck in this body has been making me dumber.
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[Come at me.]
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This trial especially it had been growling at him every time he spoke- especially during those blank periods. And now it's clear why.
Ghosts are not very Effective on Dark types]
Yeah, you really botched this one didn' ya?
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Sans Undertale | Let's say R1
Age: Yes | Species: Monster (Skeleton) | Occupation: Sentry, Hot Dog? Vendor, Telescope Salesman, Hall Monitor
Likes: Jokes, naps, his brother
Dislikes: Working, time loops, the scenic route, promises
Traits: Clever, observant, nihilistic
Trivia: ATK 1, DEF 1. The easiest enemy. Can only deal 1 damage.
[Sometimes when you check his profile, you swear the trivia section actually reads "CHEATING BASTARD WHO USES HAX," just for a second.]
》arrival《
[Welcome to space! You might be a little disoriented. This is almost definitely not helped by almost tripping over- well, that has to be someone in a mask, right? The space onsie is way too filled out for it to be an actual skeleton. Never mind that he's reclining in a very inconvenient spot, boney hands behind his skull.]
Z z z z z z z z z-
[He also appears to be just saying the letter 'z' over and over in a bad attempt at feigning sleep.]
[Sooner or later, Sans makes his way to the cafetand kicks back in one of the chairs, waiting for the mysterious Overseers to make their appearance. If he spots you staring, or just loitering nearby too long, he pats the chair next to him invitingly.]
Hey. Come on and take a load off. No use stressing until these chumps have shown themselves, right?
[As soon as anyone sits down- there's a whoopie cushion in the offered chair, because of course there is. Where did it come from, we just don't know.]
》downtime《
[As time goes on, Sans seems determined to test the limits of the "no sleeping outside the bedrooms" rule by drifting off -or pretending to, sometimes- in as many places as possible.]
[In the zero-G chamber, the cat cafe, on top of the shelves in the library, and at least once inside a tuba case in the music room.]
[And then there's the pranks. At least one salt shaker in the cafeteria has its top loosened each day. The gravity chamber is entirely filled with soap suds less than a week after arrival. The pool is turned entirely to lime Jello.]
[And of course there's the day the jukebox in the diner gets stuck playing some kind of muzak on infinite loop. With whatever this is thrown in, inconsistently, every dozen or so plays.]
Hey there. Buy a hotdog, support a local small business?
[A week or two into things, Sans has set up in the cafeteria with an obscene amount of hotdogs in warming trays. He's managed to gather condiments, though the ketchup bottle is conspicuously empty. A hand-written sign hanging from the front of the table sloppily declares- "sans' spacedogs - where the sausages are a little meteor"]
》trial《
So, uh. What exactly happens if we just don't noodle this out?
[Sans leans cross-armed on his podium.]
Don't debate, don't vote, just sit and wait for everyone to get bored. Cause I'm always in favor of trying nothing first.
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ASGORE | Undertale | Round 1
Age: 1,642 | Species: Monster | Occupation: King of All Monsters
Likes: Gardening, tea, butterscotch-cinnamon pie
Dislikes: War, violence, being alone, himself
Traits: Gentle, kind, sorrowful
Trivia: Asgore personally named all the regions of the Underground.
i. arrival
[All of this is a little much for Asgore to process. He's heard rumors that humans may have traveled into space, but he hasn't so much as seen the stars for centuries.
So, for the most part right now, he's not processing it. It's always been his role to set those things aside and make sure everyone else is okay; even if the others here are strangers, he'll do the same now. He's walking around the station, shoulders hunched a little as if that can make him less intimidating despite being over eight feet tall, without the enormous horns.]
Howdy. Are you alright? You are not hurt?
[Later on, you might also see him fiddling with his PIP a little. He's not quite trying to pull it off, but when your whole arm is covered in fur...it's really not comfortable.]
ii. downtime
[Asgore's out and about a lot during the weeks; he seems pretty social by nature. He can be found in the back of the diner, making pie after pie. They all seem to be fairly similar to each other - they look like pumpkin or something like that? He seems curious about the cat cafe, lightly patting the roombas as they trundle around, and spends some time in the holodeck visibly having no idea what a holodeck is or how it operates.
As the weeks wear on, though, he seems to become more and more withdrawn. Some Sundays, he doesn't even come out of his room.]
iii. afterparty
[So, that trial sure happened. Asgore is in the kitchen, apparently stress-brewing tea. The trials always seem to stress him out - of course they stress everyone, but he always seems particularly anxious, unwilling to accuse anyone until seemingly the last possible moment.]
Would you like a cup of tea? I have...ah, several kinds.
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[That means there's a closed door.]
[And that can mean only one thing.]
Knock knock.
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Michael | The Good Place | Alternate Deadland NPC (R4, all deadlands)
Age: Yes | Species: Demon | Occupation: Advocate
Likes: His friends, humans, fashion, paperclips
Dislikes: Human bodies, the Point System, guilt, failure, fire squids
Traits: Dedicated, creative, ambitious
Trivia: Michael has erased his friends' memories 832 times.
i. arrival
ii. space demon
iii. crime scene
iv. deadland
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Thanks, I bloody hate it.
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zero-gravity
[But at the moment she's trying and failing to swim through the air. She's kind of drifting, trying to get up momentum towards a solid surface. Or maybe the ladder.]
I think I'm getting the hang of it, Mr. Michael!
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Piers | Pokemon | R1 (?) and R5 (?) idk play it loose
Age: 24 | Species: Human | Occupation: Gym Leader, Musician, Team Yell Leader
Likes: His sister, Music, Dark Types
Dislikes: Dynamaxing, obligations, self important people
Traits: Devoted, Relaxed, Talented
Trivia:Piers is the first Major Leauge Dark type Gym Leader. He is considered one of the top three trainers in Galar.
[Piers spends the round much less center stage then his 'canon' counterpart, ie Xander- but he certainly plays the big brother role in his own way. He usually is pretty relaxed unless a motive attacks his family or town... but during trials he is much more energetic and loud just like during battles. Early on he gets his good boy back in the gatcha and uses it to sniff out clues and the like. And also for cuddling. He probably sings and plays music pretty often to help the moral.
It's unlikely he does a kill but who knows maybe at some point a victim is found with huge claw marks on their body? Who can say? And who knows what R5 might bring?]
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So yeah, Asgore is more than a little uncomfortable right now. He's larger than Obstagoon, but the Pokemon's claws are rather larger proportionally than his own, so...it sort of evens out. The wounds weren't exactly neat anyway, and of course he hasn't got an alibi. The monster tucks his hands together uneasily.]
Well now. I am not...quite sure it would even count, were Obstagoon to harm anyone in Piers's place.
[is he sabotaging himself]
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Somnus Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | R2
Age: 30 | Species: Human | Occupation: King of Lucis
Likes: Fishing, napping, chess, witch hunts
Dislikes: Disorder, idealism, feeling unworthy
Traits: Stubborn, pragmatic, charming
Trivia: Somnus's favorite element is fire.
[ Somnus is very outspoken during trials; he prefers to get to the heart of the matter and figure things out as efficiently as goddamn possible. He doesn't apologize for being a dick, unfortunately, but outside of trials he's pretty okay. He's friendly, at the very least, even though as the round stretches on he gets pretty fuckin restless. After memory regains, he's usually fucked off to a quiet place for a while, but please harass him, he deserves this. ]
this is an au where i had any fucking canon for r2
[He didn't remember any of it.]
[To him, Somnus Lucis Caelum was not a threat, not the usurper that stole everything from him. Just his brother, even though they often conflicted and argued. So in those early weeks before anything could correct itself to the nightmare he would be forced to suffer beneath, Ardyn often approached with a smile; no matter how bad the circumstances, he had to look after his little brother.]
You look tired. Have you been eating well enough?
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Lumpy Space Princess | Adventure Time | R3
Age: 19 | Species: Lumpy Space Person | Occupation: Princess
Likes: Herself, hot guys, her lumps, sandwiches, idk her bff Turtle Princess
Dislikes: Her parents, fake friends, when people make a big deal out of one little screwup that's like barely her fault
Traits: Confident, independent-ish, vainglorious
Trivia: One time LSP found an entire sealed can of beans in the woods and it was totally awesome.
》arrival《
[LSP stays asleep long after everyone else has woken up, snuggled into to the prison blankets and mattress like it's the most comfortable she's been in a while.]
[She's talking in her sleep.]
M' stuff... don't touch... I'LL CUT YOU!
[Later, once she eventually does wake up-]
NOOO! I'm too PRETTY for jail! Jail's supposed to be for ugly poor peoples!
[She has physically shredded her orange jumpsuit in its entirety.]
This is Breakfast Princess, isn't it?! Well she can't prove anything, that could've been any really hot super cool bandit chick that drove her car off a cliff! Who lumping snitched, was it you?!
》body discovery《
No way, uh-uh!
[LSP is, as rapidly as possible, shoving as many heavy objects in front of the nearest door.]
There's a lumpin' killer loose, and they're gonna be after my lumps! Well NOT TODAY, YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM.
》trial《
Yeah! He's the one that lumping did it!
[Is this a conclusive breakthrough or just the first accusation to carry any kind of weight at all? Doesn't matter, LSP is slamming the appropriate voting button repeatedly.]
We did it, we found the killer! Send him off to real prison so we can lumping go home already!
》downtime《
Uuuugh.
[LSP is in the library- well, bluntly, she's tossing a bunch of books off the shelves willy-nilly.]
These are all boring books for nerds! I'm a delicate young woman, I need some lumpin' romance and hot makeouts!
[Or, at some point, she begins approaching people, carrying armfuls of scavenged supplies.]
Heeeeey, I'm like super bored and I found all this cool stuff, so I figured I could, like, do makeovers for people and junk?
[She is carrying no actual makeup. It's all art supplies, food, and a few random cooking supplies from the kitchen.]
I mean, I don't want to name names, but some of you people REALLY need it. Like there's no way you'll be as hot as me, I know, but I could make you pretty lumping hot.
[And eventually she makes her way to the license plate press.]
[Where she begins to fashion armor out of the blank plates. The front proudly bears a plate reading "LMPYSPC," of course.]
I'm gonna be so lumpin' safe, you won't believe it. Everyone's gonna be jealous and ask me to make them armor, too.
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[you know what this is.]
Ignis Scientia | FFXV | spin the wheel and pick a round
Age: 32 | Species: Human | Occupation: Hand of the King
Likes: Thinking up recipes, cars, nutrition, caring for his comrades
Dislikes: Mess, unhealthy lifestyles, anyone else driving, wasting money
Traits: Tactical, booksmart, punny, stern
Trivia: A chocobo once stole his glasses; he made the prince help get them back.
[Ignis starts out in an interesting predicament: blind, with terrible scars to boot, and not remembering why or how. This leaves him with a crash course in learning to navigate (with a cane, it came with him, maybe Nina was feeling generous), and he's reluctant to ask for help though quick to be grateful for it. He's a quick study, however--and despite a lack of memory at first, his body seems to have retained some muscle memory of his time blind. He's much more adept than he initially thinks, and will only get moreso once he gets more memories from his time being blind.
It means he's a unique element to investigations and trials. While he can't see anything but for the presence of light, his other senses pick up the slack if there's anything that might otherwise not have been heard, smelled, felt, or tasted. He's fair during trials, tries not to let his emotions get the better of him, and catherds when he needs to. After all, with the other boys, he's used to it.
He's also a very, very good cook, so please help him out in the kitchen (or whatever passes for one) while he figures out where all the utensils are and what all foodstock there is. Did you get food from the gacha? Maybe let him know.
MTB: could someone as proper and helpful as Ignis have done this here murder? Did he have means? Did he have motive?]
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Oh my glob, why isn't it done yet?
[Maybe if you're lucky someone else will come along and offer some.]
You're really lucky you're hot, I'm lumping starving here and you're taking forever!
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Infinite | fast furries destroy fascism | R1 (the furry round) or R3 (bc murderhobo)
Age: infinite | Species:
thejackal | Occupation: All that was, all that will beLikes: Chaos out of order, manipulating reality, desolation, being the best
Dislikes: Shadow, peace, Eggman's attitude, weakness in any form
Traits: Wordy, manipulative, arrogant, afraid
Trivia: Led a successful mercenary Jackal Squad; lost them all in a single battle.
[Scarface jackalboy sure is kind of a fuck, huh? Oh, sure, at first he just seems like a cocky fiteboy who misses his squad. But as memories come back, he definitely becomes the kind of shit who seems super down for murder. His manner of speaking becomes more eloquent, formal, pretentious as hell. And once he gets his mask back to hide his face, he feels more comfortable with himself. More complete.
He also fucking hates not having his powers. God forbid you're around when he gets some inert facsimile of the Phantom Ruby. Broody tantrum all over the place.
Good luck trying to friendship him. He's probably not hard to get along with before memory regains, so you might be able to worm your way under his armor before he gets it, but after, he's not interested in things like friends or peace. He cares about being strong. He cares about getting home. He cares about...not being seen as weak and will do whatever he can to make sure nobody ever thinks he's weak.
I mean...given he doesn't have any of his reality-warping powers, he is kind of weak, unless you want to fight him. He was a very skilled mercenary; he earned that reputation. But broody edgelad gonna edge. He's not necessarily dumb, not useless in investigations or trials--he'd like to live as much as the next guy, after all.
It won't surprise anyone if/when he ends up being suspected of a murder, but first you have to prove it.]
Karen Minazuki 🦋 Yes! Precure 5 🦋 Round 1
Age: 15 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student
Likes: Having friends, being useful, grape juice, the color blue
Dislikes: Failure, masks, loneliness
Traits: Intelligent, stubborn, supportive
Trivia: Karen once rules lawyered a coin toss.
[Karen is surprisingly on top of things for a seemingly ordinary fifteen-year-old in a murdergame, and she's always good about carefully considering evidence in trials before jumping to any conclusions. She seems to think of herself as being the "leader" of the younger Champions, including the ones who are still older than her, but this manifests more in the form of making things her responsibility than trying to boss people around. That's possibly related to how she's student council president. It's also gradually come out that she's a rich kid.
She refuses to speculate on what her title might refer to, except in the form of shooting down theories (no, she's not a dairy farmer).]
Nira Tyr | Pokemon OC | Rounds 1/3/4/5
Age: 43 | Species: Human | Occupation: Knight of Terrakion, foster parent
Likes: Her family, hiking, rare gems
Dislikes: Child abusers, unethical scientists, the Bug God, hospitals
Traits: Protective, loyal
Trivia: Nira has killed a man.
[Nira is both annoyed and confused by her profile at first-as far as she remembers, she's barely into her 20s, and has just started dating. On the other hand, she's got a lot more scars and calluses than she remembers previously having. While she's a bit standoffish at first, as her memories start coming back she quickly starts becoming much gentler towards the younger Champions. As a matter of fact, anyone who seems to have a rough childhood quickly gets her sympathy, although she does refrain from expressing it if she feels it would just upset them. She also seems to have some sort of illness, as she carries around a bottle of pills that she takes regularly, and can at times be seen leaning against a wall and coughing. She generally dislikes getting any pity during this time though, unless it's from someone closer to her.
During trials, she's usually best at simply getting people to stop arguing by staring them down, although she occasionally contributes some information based on her own varied experiences. After she starts regaining her memories, she'll eventually start offering to shield the eyes of any younger Champions during executions. She'll also be much more angry about the deaths of minors, and much more sympathetic towards younger killers.
She can be found in the Art Room, where she's sketching designs for stained glass windows or just drawing out gem cut diagrams, the Holodeck where she recreates a volcano with a surprisingly homey stone house next to it, or the Gym, where both her and her Pokemon (an Absol, a Rhyperior, and a Primeape) can be found training.]
Mytho | Princess Tutu | Round 1 or 4
Age: Mukashi mukashi... | Species: Human | Occupation: Prince, ballet student
Likes: Dancing, small animals, love stories
Dislikes: The suffering of others, w...earing... pants??
Traits: Self-sacrificing, graceful
Trivia: Mytho's favorite fairy tale is that of Princess Tutu.
[At first, his soft-spoken, daydreamy acceptance of their kidnapping could be taken as a sign of shock, but no, Mytho really doesn't seem all that bothered by turning up in a random murder game. Perhaps he doesn't understand the gravity of the situation. He spends most of his time on his own, staring into space, reading, or practicing ballet. When asked to do something, however--anything, by anybody--he'll do it without question, almost more like a mute doll than a living human boy.
As time goes on--if he survives, anyway--he starts to get... weird. He careens between needy, clingy, and mean. Instead of spacing out constantly, he starts to listen to some of the motives, sharper-eyed than he even seemed capable of in the beginning. Sometimes broken black feathers can be found after he leaves a room.
But it's just a phase.
Right?]