tl;cr meme

[savedbyasong]

STEP ONE: Post with your character!
STEP TWO: Respond to other people's characters with your characters. They will then tell you, in detail, what their character thinks of yours -- and as per the meme's title, tl;dr is encouraged, but not necessary! Don't be afraid to ask others for their characters' first impressions of yours as well.
STEP THREE: Write out tl;dr for whoever comments to you in return.
STEP FOUR: Chat with each other in mutual joy/horror/disgust/delight/confusion at where your CR has gone!
BONUS: Use this for writing up CR charts, or if you already have them written, link to them!

(Stolen shamelessly from the Far Shore)

Comments

[hyperlit]

WHAT UP BETCH

[catpiper]

The bluest bean!!!

If we’re being real, Ren would’ve probably taken ten years to make it to the temple if Drifter hadn't been around. They won her over immediately after they were willing to attack fake monsters she thought were in the area and while I’ve said this before, they were among the first beans to say she didn’t need to be alone. It was meant to be comforting, but she took it to heart. After coming from a dead world with one other known survivor, after being alone for so long, after having adults ignore her for years unless they needed her-it absolutely shook her to the core someone could just say that to her, like they understood her fear of being alone without fully knowing the situation. She didn’t know how to take it.

And boy does she cherish this precious Drifter. Her adoration for them has only grown with their constant treat giving and game playing. They always ask her if she’s okay, even though they’re the ones throwing themselves into dangerous situations. She’s just chilling at home. They obviously care about her and she responds in kind, wondering if they’re okay, how they’re doing, if they’re staying safe, if they found a place to call home, if their cloak keeps them warm-it’s a struggle.

Now that she knows they’re dead, it’s made her feel protective over them in a strange way. With the knowledge that people can get sent away from the islands, through a power they can’t control, their wandering stresses her out and she’s eternally grateful for LupNet. Now she can bother them in the dead of night, when that ‘where are they’ fear strikes her and she knows they’ll respond.

Everything about them is something to admire. Their kind heart knows no limits, they stop everything and play with her when she ambles in, they trusted her enough to say they were hurt and let her help, even if she could do basically nothing, they turn scary weapons into beautiful treasures-everything they do is for the sake of others. and she wants to return the favor by at least learning to speak with her hands, so they can talk even with their little friend doesn’t work. She’s only human and knows that her powers are limited by being able to do a whole lotta nothing, but by golly she’ll at least be able to say ‘I’m here’ in a million different ways to show she’s by their side for the long haul.

Their bravery is so. Troubling. It’s good, but it’s so bad. She hates it? She loves it. It’s terrible and impressive. It’s put on the backburner, but her stress about their one weapon habit hasn’t changed a bit and she more than likely lowkey squints at their side to make sure it’s still didn’t break. Their ideal world/dream left a lot of questions about The Guardian, whoever that is, and it’s a topic she might bring up someday-they were clearly special to the Drifter and she has to wonder if the Guardian was the kind of person who could see how pretty Drifter is too.

Her love for this bean is pure, true and will never die. She just can’t even with them. They’re so good and she’s eternally grateful for their unrelenting kindness.