𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟷  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴

➥     status  :  open  with  guinevere  lovelace ➥     location  :  the  dead  lucky  casino

          the  lights  cast  a  kaleidoscope  of  colors  across  the  casino  as  guinevere  navigates  with  purpose  through  the  throng  of  self  proclaimed  very  important  people  and  mercy  agents.  gaze  sharp  and  discerning  scans  the  crowd  for  familiar  faces,  turning  away  before  she  can  make  eye  contact  with  someone  she  used  to  know,  and  she  finds  herself  approaching  the  bar  with  measured  steps.  with  a  tilt  of  her  head  and  her  best  approximation  of  a  charming  smile,  she  pulls  the  person  closest  to  her  into  conversation  involuntarily.     "     luck  not  on  your  side  tonight     ?     or  are  you  just  on  edge  anticipating  something  to  go  wrong  like  it  did  the  last  time  there  were  one  too  many  agents  packed  in  the  same  room     ?     "

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED @ghcstales ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTEROS  +  AGENTVITALIS

          the  day  that  maxime  is  entirely  comfortable  with  sudden  change  is  the  day  he's  dead.  between  the  announcement  of  the  new  division  in  conjunction  with  sentinel  weapons  and  the  fiasco  that  took  place  afterwards,  he's  nothing  short  of  scrambled.  he  knocks  on  the  door,  waits  a  moment  until  he's  certain  he  has  the  head's  attention,  then  greets,     "     agent  eros.     "     god,  conversation  with  anyone  is  like  pulling  teeth.  it's  not  about  pride  or  anxiety,  but  an  absence  of  being  able  to  predict  outcomes,  especially  when  it  comes  to  virtual  strangers.     "     we  are  about  to  start  having  unmanageable  problems.  it  is  best  we  have  strong  collaboration  between  our  divisions,  yes     ?     "     he  offers  them  a  thick  file     (     this  could  have  been  an  email...     )     "     consider  this  a  welcome  gift.     "

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @sp3cters ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTMERCURY  +  AGENTBYTE

           "     jordan,     "     a  half-hearted  sing-song  as  they  jog  up  to  the  other  agent.  chaos  would  be  a  nice  way  to  describe  the  current  environment  throughout  mercy.  and  while  yejide  considers  themself  a  regular  perpetrator  and  enjoyer  of  chaos,  this  is  far  out  of  their  scope  the  tactical  agent  would  know  better,  she  always  does.     "     is  all  of  this  something  we  should  be  super  concerned  about     ?     or  is  it...  business  as  usual     ?     i  feel  so  out  of  my  depth  and  everything  is  so  vague.     "

yejide: 🍀💡 maxime: 📚💖 guinevere: 🔪👖

MEMEPROMPT : oc emoji asks

[ 🍀 CLOVER - does YEJIDE believe in luck? are they lucky? ]

kind of? yejide doesn't believe in luck exactly, but they do believe that sometimes things happen for a reason, and that the best thing to do is to just let it happen. he wouldn't attribute the recent mercy things to bad or good luck, but rather just Things That Happened and it was out of their control. they do believe in karma more than they do luck, which is why he tries to do good always to have some of that returned to him, whether that be in the form of good luck or something else. at the end of it they're a math person and luck is just statistics dressed up all pretty so 🤷

[ 💡 LIGHTBULB - is YEJIDE a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? ]

absolutely no planning in the yejide muyiwa household sorry! she prides herself on being a quick thinker, and quick thinkers can't think quickly if they're always relying on pre-planned things. she much prefers the chaos of just winging it and seeing what happens. yejide claims that their best ideas come from having not planned or thought about doing what they want at all. holidays + birthdays are exceptions to this as she wants to make sure that the person they are celebrating is enjoying their day to the fullest. for celebrations, she goes all out with planning months in advance.

[ 📚 BOOKS - how was MAXIME at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject? ]

i can't lie to you max was a supernerd :( he did incredibly well in studies, consistently ranking the highest in his class, and he only really fell off after the death of his parents, after which he struggled quite a bit. over all, his favorite subjects would be biology + chemistry in high school, & biomedical ethics in university. these were also his best subjects. his worst subject over all was anything to do with economics / finance / etc.

[ 💖 SPARKLING HEART - is MAXIME a subtle or a showy lover? ]

definitely more on the subtle side! he's very generous with his affections because he doesn't see the point in hiding them when life is so fleeting (mind you he got divorced for no fucking reason?) however he has a difficult time showing it, especially outside of the comfort of privacy. he's not excessively fond of public displays of affection. shows love through quality time + acts of service and in relationships will do a lot of acts of service as he likes to feel useful. he may not explicitly say he loves you but you will know, and that goes for both platonic and romantic dynamics.

[ 🔪 KNIFE - how does GUINEVERE react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame? ]

neve's first instinct is to blame herself, especially when she sees it happen, as it did with both her friend & brother. in her mother's case, she blames that on external forces (mercy) because she, in her eyes, had no direct involvement and no influence in changing what happened. neve becomes extremely investigative during these times and will often start isolating herself as she figures it's the best way to 'solve' the 'problem'. spoiler: it isn't.

[ 👖 JEANS - what is GUINEVERE'S go-to outfit? ]

her casual / every-day outfits blend style & comfort! she generally goes for some nice trouser pants and a solid color blouse or turtleneck that works with anything. they also prefer to dress it up sometimes with a statement jacket, coat, or jewelry.

          oh,  how  yejide  longs  for  the  comfort  of  their  computer  set-up.  even  the  most  extroverted  people  need  a  break  and  he  finds  his  in  the  embrace  of  talking  shit  with  demian.  not  quite  the  screens  and  chair  he  wants  —  but  it's  a  very  close  second.  a  brief  reprise  to  be  unapologetically  himself     (     not  that  he's  ever  anyone  else,  though  frequently  he's  felt  the  need  to  reel  himself  in     )     with  someone  else  who  just  fucking  gets  it.     yejide  shoves  demian  lightly,  all  familiarity  and  no  harshness.     "     be  nice.  the  pieces  on  their  own  aren't  bad  !  they  just  don't  go  together.  listen  —  a  couple  more  red  accents  and  he'd  be  on  the  cover  of  gq.     "     nothing  but  sincerity  in  his  voice.  a  genuine  smile,  all  pearly  whites  and  raised  cheeks  at  the  compliment.  comfortable  red  satin  in  a  retro  silhouette  with  an  honest  to  god  train  and  pumps  that  match  —  seriously,  who  the  hell  is  she     ?     "     you  flatter  me,     "     voice  takes  on  a  playful  quality,     "     but  look  who's  talking,  huh     ?     can  you  believe  that  some  people  think  intel  agents  can't  show  them  up  at  these  events     ?     "

               *          CLOSED  STARTER         »         @greatpain .

               "  okay  ,  okay ,  "     evidence  of  their  already  tipsy  — just  tispy —  state  ,  demian  all  but  drags  the  words  ,  glass  of  scotch  tightly  gripped  in  the  same  hand  they  use  to  signal  the  general  direction  of  their  new  target  .  the  eagerness  to  stir  their  little  ,  silly  game  permeating  their  tone  with  unabashed  enthusiasm .     "  what  about  him ?   the  one  with  the  red  scarf  ,  what’s  his  story ?  "     a  good  amount  of  feet  away  from  them  ,  slightly  to  the  right  ,  there  is  a  tall  ,  fat  man  with  a  prominent  baldness  ,  a  hideous  red  scarf  around  his  neck  ,  falling  the  front  of  his  wide  body  ,  and  a  dish  full  of  shrimps  between  his  chubby  hands .     "  why  is  he  so  fucking  boring  to  dress  ,  huh ?  "     the  words  come  up  in  an  attempt  of  a  whisper  that  ends  up  being  louder  than  intendeded  ,  but  demian  is  numb  enough  not  to  notice  .  they  turn  to  her  instead  ,  look  them  up  and  down  quickly  ,  and  smile .     "  they  should  learn  from  you  ,  you  know ?   you  look  positively  ravaging  tonight  ,  my  dear .  "    a  wink  accompanies  their  words  and  a  sultry  ,  playful  smile  touches  their  expression  ,  giving  them  a  childish  appearance  instead  of  the  charming  one  they  were  aiming  for . 

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟷  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  **********

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟸  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  * **** ***** *** ***** *******

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟹  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄?  𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  ********** ** ***** **** *** ******

               𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂

𝟶𝟶𝟷.   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ...

⋯⋯⋯   GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:   maxime d'aureville. NICKNAME(S):   max. ALIAS:  agent vitalis. AGE:   forty2. DATE OF BIRTH:   november 23. PLACE OF BIRTH:   a small little town in northern france. CURRENT LOCATION:   apex city, washington. GENDER:   trans man. PRONOUNS:   he/him. ORIENTATION:   who the fuck knows really. ROLE:   head of biomedical,  seventeen years with mercy. EDUCATION LEVEL:   doctor of medcine and phd (in pharmaceutical sciences, specifically regarding solaris) 

⋯⋯⋯   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:   5'9. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS:   none. SCARS: top surgery. STYLE:   medical professional core.  max and his patagonia jacket against the world.  turtlenecks,  cableknit sweaters,  slacks,  long jackets.  still wears his wedding ring on a chain around his neck out of habit.  DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:   greyed early.

⋯⋯⋯   HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   recently,  due to situations,  max has trouble sleeping through the night and will often forgo sleep all together.  he sleeps at his office,  not at home or in the on campus dorms.  EATING HABITS:   whenever he remembers.  is a good cook though. SOCIABILITY:   2/10.  will not speak to people if he doesn't absolutely have to. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS:   sometimes,  enjoys wine   /   quit the habit when he started medical school,  picked it up again since separating from his husband   /   solaris. RADIANT STATUS:  pain manipulation. OTHER:   unexplained and undisclosed hand tremor and slight memory loss, chronic pain (pre-existing before solaris).

⋯⋯⋯   PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:   beware the quiet ones, byronic hero, cannot spit it out, child prodigy, full-name basis, the leader, perpetual frowner, properly paranoid, thousand-yard stare, feel no pain, mad scientist, self-made orphan. INSPIRATIONS:   caleb widogast (cr2),  victor vale (villains),  lee seolhwa (orv). TRAITS:   pragmatic,  analytical,  logical,  perceptive,  realistic,  evasive,  cautious,  paranoid,  contemplative,  grim,  forgetful (recent),  ambitious (previously), skittish (somewhat recent). LIKES:   rain,  white noise,  helping newer agents. DISLIKES:   talking about himself,  cold weather,  people standing in the kitchen when he was there first. WEAKNESSES:   strength-based combat,  de-escalation,  anything that involves talking to others for an extended period of time,  persuasion,  performance. STRENGTHS:   medicine,  dexterity-based combat,  planning,  readjusting upon complications,  perception,  endurance. FEARS:   fire,  abandonment. HABITS:   cracking knuckles,  keeping hands in pockets or otherwise hidden (recent),  fiddling with lighter,  clicking pen, calling people by either their agent name or full first name / doesn't often use nicknames. HOBBIES:   journaling,  caring after stray cats,  reading medical journals.

⋯⋯⋯   FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER:   anna d'aureville,  deceased. FATHER:   charles d'aureville,  deceased. SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   just divorced....  BEST FRIEND:   tba.  EXES:   ex-spouse (name tba).  SIBLING(S):   none.  CHILDREN:   none.  PET(S):   none, but he feeds the stray cats that linger around the hq and his home.

𝟶𝟶𝟸.   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂   … 

born and raised in a little town in france by a couple who were both teachers. very normal life, very normal things. max always held an interest in the human body, medicine, pharmaceuticals, etc and did what he could to learn more. the d'aurevilles were literally the perfect family... kind loving caring etc etc.

[ parental death tw, fire tw ] when he was a teenager, he left a space heater on when he went out with some friends. unfortunately the wiring / circuitry in the house was old and not up to code and the whole thing ended up burning down overnight with his parents still inside. unfortunately they didn't make it.

maxime moved across the world to live with his dad's younger brother, wife, and their three kids in washington, usa. became incredibly reserved and closed off during this time for obvious reasons. through himself into his studies further.

ended up graduating top of his class in highschool, worked as an EMT during college (during which he was forced to confront literal fires quite a few times and never really was able to deal with that considering the guilt he's been carrying, but he trudges on!), and went to a very well ranked medical school for an md/phd program. particularly he was interested in solaris and the true effects of it on the human body. eventually this + the past he ran away from + his time as an emt + some other stuff i can't think of right now caught the eyes of mercy, and he joined as a junior agent while he completed his medical degree & residency.

after being placed in the biomedical division, he felt that it would be unfair of him to be administrating solaris without having taken it himself. there was no way he could anticipate what would happen, and while at times he regrets the whole thing, he understands that what he did benefits everyone around him as he is able to help relax patients and relieve their pain when needed.

met his husband, an agent in another division, when he was around 35. they hit it off pretty instantly and got married a little over a year later (read: they went to the courthouse and signed papers and called it a day. no one has time to fuck around with all that when theyre mercy agents). they were married for five and a half years, and have been divorced for some months now. while they both claim it was a mutual decision, it probably wasn't, but max isn't gonna say shit about it.

part of the reason max brought up separation was that he noticed some strange memory loss effects & a hand tremor for himself which was... disconcerting. he's the head of the department for fuck's sake, he has to keep it together. overall, pretty selfish of a decision, but it wasn't made overnight. he weighed the pros/cons and made a list (it took up approximately a quarter of a new journal) and came to the conclusion that it is more valuable for him to figure out why this is happening while balancing his duties as head than it is for him to worry about his husband whenever there's a mission. stupidest doctor you will ever have the displeasure of meeting.

skittish, evades questions like its an olympic sport. can get a little emotional pretty easily which is Not fun for anyone within his vicinity (see below). cares for cats more than he cares for himself. having a terrible fucking time always and it's obvious. practically lives in his office. does not want to be head of the department but alas, he still has the ambition he had when he was younger and is somehow determined to not let teenage maxime down.

𝟶𝟶𝟹.    𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂   ...

max can freely manipulate prexisting pain by increasing or decreasing how much pain he, or someone else, is feeling.  through practice, he has learned how to induce pain from nothing, but it's much more difficult, energy draining, and often overwhelms him with pain as well.  it is much more effective to amplify preexisting pain. no physical contact is required, as long as he has eyesight with the person / people he is effecting.  can transfer his own existing pain to others, but it's an unstable process.  is able to create a subconcious aversion to his presence, if he really wants to, by inducing very subtle amounts of pain within people around him. 

unable to control this while asleep or uncious, and nightmares or other such strong dreams can cause him to unintentionally induce a level of pain within anyone in his vicinity.  

can't permanently remove pain, but he can temporarily alleviate pain that a person is feeling.  often, he has to take that pain on himself.

hair went grey shortly after taking solaris because of the stress of the pain he was feeling as he wasn't able to properly control or understand his ability.

max attributes his hand tremor and moments of memory loss to his solaris intake / radiant status,  though he's told no one else about this and intends to keep it this way.

𝟶𝟶𝟺.   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   ...

updated soon... prommy

          they  tap  incessently  at  the  screen,  lips  pursed  in  thought  as  they  scan  through  contradicting  and  redacted  confidential  information.     "     do  cyber  research,  they say...  but  don't  look  at  information  that  will  help  because  we  don't  want  you  to  have  it.  stupid.     "     frustrated,  yejide  powers  off  their  tablet,  though  they  continue  tapping  the  screen  awake  every  couple  seconds  just  in  case  they  somehow  missed  a  notification     (     spoiler  :  they  haven't     ).     "     can  i  confess  something     ?     "     they  don't  wait  for  an  an  affirmative  answer.     "     i  wasn't  scared  of  clowns  before  the  incident  but  i  think  i  might  be  now.  they  were  kinda  creepy.     "

" it's not just you, " jia says. his own device sits untouched in their lap as he watches yejide work. " which is good, means we get fewer security breaches, but sucks when the directors decide they know best. " not that julia particularly cares about the details, beyond that they think it would make for an interesting read. he's always been more interested in entertainment than anything else, boredom being the only real fate worse than death in their eyes. " quite honestly, it's amazing we get told as much as we do, " they say. " if they could get away with telling us no more than the civilians, they probably would — but then we wouldn't be able to get anything done effectively. "

still. after all of it. mostly, i want to be kind

          there's  something  to  be  said  about  how  inseprable  she is from her devices,  an extension of herself like the rest of her four limbs.  after all,  her phone and computer won't abandon her.  but her phone might receive a notification that,  well,  everything is so fucked.     "     uh,     "     starts  yejide  with  all  the  eloquence  they  can  muster.  wordlessly,  they  turn  their  phone  screen  to  vanessa.     "     everything  is  fine.     "     there  is  a  reason  they  aren't  a  field  agent,  a  damn  good  reason  why  their  missions  are  done  sitting  in  a  comfortable  gaming  chair  as  blue  light  washes  them  out.  that's  where  they  should  be  right  now,  not  foolishly  trying  to  fit  into  an  event  that  was  never  made  for  them.     "     great  speech.  loved  the  theatrics.     "     any  excitement  that  usually  laces  their  voice  is  gone,  replaced  with  an  itching  urge  to  know,  but  they  follow  orders  and  do  not  draw  unnecessary  attention.

starter status: open, event post mini plot drop.

an   air   of   discomfort   clouds   vanessa,   yet   her   grin   offers   a   distraction   —   fooling   those   in   her   company.   for   a   moment   the   meticulously   crafted   mask   falters,   an   audible   huff   escapes   from   cherry   kissed   lips.   vanessa   watches   as   her   father   descends   from   the   stairs,   her   gaze   narrows.   "unbelievable."   she   swallows   what   was   left   of   her   wine.   the   lights   flicker   yet   the   trained   agent   keeps   her   composure.   vanessa   glances   over   to   her   colleague,   "i   left   my   phone   at   coat   check.   any   word   from   hq?"