Low Latent Inhibition (LLI) + Attentiveness to detail looks like OCD
Has a fascination with perfection
can be easily distracted by oncoming stimuli (ex. light glinting off a well-polished spoon)
Michael can fall into brief moments of unresponsiveness, dead to the world and locked inside his own brain. Only Michael (and very few people close to him) can get himself out of this place in his head, because only he has access to this place.
panic attacks can cause him to recess into his own mind
What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
What are their chief tension areas?
If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?
What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.
Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?
Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?
If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?
If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?
Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?
Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?
How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?
If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?
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“but we look the same? I mean, it kind of matters,” tom replied, brows raised. the confusion dissipated from his face, only to be replaced with awe. “i think i’ve read about this somewhere. dopple-somethings, right?” tom wracked his brain for the proper word, his mind only drawing a blank as he continued to watch the mirror image before him.
“doppelgangers.” silas corrected, placing his hands over rather narrow hips. out of all his shadow selves, tom was the one he was mostly fond of. “where did you read about yourself?” he asked curiously. the aloofness cast upon his face contrasted the others awe struck expression. “you may pick your jaw up off the floor. it must be overwhelmingly splendid to finally see yourself. you’re welcome.” a proud, rather arrogant smile curled on his lips.
“right, doppelgangers,” tom replied, a smile replacing the expression of awe on his face. “uh, mostly google and a few old library books i had to dust off from storage.” he realized how dumb he sounded, using google as a source. he raised a brow at the man, cocking his head to the side. “so are you the original, or a copy, like me? I hear there’s only three of us.”
“It was kind of unexpected. I was in the neighborhood, so figured I’d swoop on by,” he smiled at the young man. He’d flown in to help Kara, and she flew off after the save to get back to work. “So I’m your Dad, then? That’s cool.”
Conner felt his spirits brighten a bit; While he knew now he wasn’t in danger, he still wasn’t sure how the man would feel about it. He didn’t like to think on it much, but he knew the clone aspect made things complicated..and it was highly unethical. “Yeah, I guess so. But I don’t…I don’t expect anything from you..I know this isn’t a normal situation to be in.”
“I know you don’t expect anything, but it’s mine to give.” Clark was pretty chipper, and was fairly excited to have another son. Whether he was made in a lab or not, the boy still had his DNA, and he felt responsible for the young man. “I also realize that this isn’t an ideal situation, and I don’t know if Kara told you, but I like to make the most of things.”
“It looks like you’re in trouble there. Can I help?”
Thomas was crouched down on the pavement, trying to collect his stuff which had fallen out of his now-ripped bag. His sister had warned him. She’d patched the bag multiple times, telling him over and over that the fabric was becoming paper-thin, but he kept putting off getting a new one. And now he was trying to keep his belongings from rolling out into the street. Still, he was shaking his head as he looked up at the younger man, “No, no, it’s all right. I got it. Thank you, though.”
“I’ve got some duct tape if you wanna fix that bag of yours,” Stiles offered, reaching into his bag and wiggling a roll in the air. “This stuff works wonders, you know. Here,” he said, talking a few steps towards the man as he ripped a strip of tape off. “It’ll hold, trust me.”
Scott could sense another in the area, it was like the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. With red eyes glowing, he scanned the forest. “Who’s there?”
Reagan jumped at the sound of a man’s voice, her eyes narrowing as she saw that his eyes were glowing red. Did that – that meant he was like her, right? A mutant. Still, she knew not all mutants were inherently friendly towards each other. It wasn’t like they were all part of some super secret club. Which was why she carefully stepped out into the moonlit path, saying, “Sorry, I didn’t think these woods were private property. Just looking for a place to crash for the night.”
Scott blinked and his eyes were back to their usual brown hue. “Oh, uh. They aren’t. Private property, I mean.” He sniffled, discreetly smelling the air. Was She the being he smelled in the woods? He stepped a little closer, and the smell also got stronger. It was her. “You’re different, aren’t you?” He asked, taking a few more steps forward. “’Cause I’m different too. I can help.”
“Right! Conner! It’s a pleasure,” he extended a hand to the young man, a grin stretched across his face. He’d swooped in just minutes prior to the boy’s arrival, not expecting to be meeting him so soon. He was a father, it wasn’t new to him. But being a father to someone he was just learning about? That was a new one. Despite the new-ness of the situation, Clark already had a soft spot for the kid. “Kind of? I can work with that.”
“Yeah, you too.” Conner smiled, shaking Clark’s hand as his nerves started to dissolve. He had wished for this moment for fifteen years yet was always too scared to get anywhere close – mostly Lex’s fault. Conner decided to change the subject, try to smooth over the awkwardness. “No one told me you were coming today.”
“It was kind of unexpected. I was in the neighborhood, so figured I’d swoop on by,” he smiled at the young man. He’d flown in to help Kara, and she flew off after the save to get back to work. “So I’m your Dad, then? That’s cool.”
Cisco backup 