orca's trinkets.

[dat boi]

[dat boi]

when my mom tries to walk in during a sleepover

[dat boi]

Victoria's a complex being; one of solitude, independence, and conflicting emotions. Rather than socializing with people, she prefers to lose herself in literature. She's very afraid of being alone however, due to constant abandonment in her early life. She's shy at first, like anyone, but quick to judge character- and most of the time her judgements are astoundingly accurate. Victoria can be extremely standoffish, so it's better if you just approach her and begin talking; casual, yet polite. Her sense of humor will begin to reveal itself if this tactic is used. She's had a quiet life- not many friends, lots of different cities, and the constant pursuit of her career. It's all she's ever wanted since the age of thirteen.She now lives in Seattle, where she is Chief Executive of operations at Washington State Marine Mammal Rescue Center. Here she rehabilitates and studies cetaceans, pinnipeds, and marine creatures of all kinds, particularly orcas. She's had a passion for them since her earliest years. Living on Puget Sound was a given.
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Good Traits ; passionate, intelligent, swift-minded, thoughtful, independent, easily adjusts.
Bad Traits ; stubborn, opinionated, cold, sensitive, analytical, pessimistic.
Favorite things ; overcasts, orcas, cats, coffee, looking at the city lights, swimming, surfing, reading, writing, and dancing ballet.
Fears ; jellyfish, alligators, heights, drowning, small spaces.
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Build ; slender, athletic. a standard ballerina's body.
Hair Color ; Deep brunette.
Eye Color ; Light blue.
Skin ; Fair, pale in the winter, tan in the summer.
Tattoos ; she has a small orca on the back of her neck. x
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Birthplace ; Horsham, England.
Current Residence ; 2844 Puget Sound, Seattle, WA.
Dialect ; English speaker, British accent.
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Relationship Status ; single.
Significant other ; none.
Interest ; Peter Parker.

writing & coding - orca. | All images to original owners |Lyrics - road to paradise by Tat. | faceclaim - Emily Didonato.

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[dat boi]

Victoria rose early, sneaking out of bed quietly and peering out of the window. It was pitch dark outside, the ocean surrounding her house still illuminated with the reflection of the stars. Her vintage bedside clock read 5:00 am sharp. She was right on time. Victoria tip-toed quietly around her room, changing out of her baggy pajamas and into her wetsuit. Mutely, the girl slipped into the bathroom and washed her face, applied very light makeup (only a hint of mascara, of course), then re-tied her hair into a perfectly tight bun. Slipping into her ultra-grip shoes and clutching the CMA drawstring bag that accompanied her everyday, Victoria was ready for work. She always got to the aquarium approximately an hour and a half before anyone else just so she could have time to get things in order for the employees, and a little bonding time with her animals was always nice. She stalked down the hallway, cracking the door to Sawyer's bedroom. He was still asleep, as usual. "Sawyer, get up!" Victoria whispered. "C'mon." she poked his face, her words coming across more sharply this time. "hmhmm," Murmured the boy, turning over and shoving a pillow over his head. Victoria rolled her eyes and turned to the dresser. Swiftly, she shoved clothes into Sawyer's bag: a white t-shirt, cargo shorts, swim trunks, a wetsuit, and a facemask. There, that would do. Seeing that her younger brother wasn't about to get up any time soon, she wrapped the blanket around him and slumped the 13-year-old over her shoulder. "What are you eating, child?" Groaned Victoria, half-struggling under the weight of her sibling. Eventually, the pair made it out to the car; victoria's light blue Fiat convertible. She tossed Sawyer in the backseat next to their pre-packed suitcases, buckled the seat belt, and then climbed into the driver's seat herself.

It was a short drive to the aquarium, just a few blocks away. Victoria could never have lived to far away from her second home, after all. Victoria pulled in and parked; good, there was no one else there yet. It wasn't exactly a control thing, but more of an OCD thing with her. Besides, she loved sitting on the dolphin platform and watching the sunrise. At the door, Victoria fumbled at her neck for the key, again struggling under the weight of her luggage and her sleeping brother. Got it! no... she grabbed the sea-turtle mood necklace that she always wore, rather than the key, which she also kept with her at all times. Finally! she thought, inserting the skeleton key and turning the knob. The aquarium was damp, dark, and cold. Like always. But for Victoria, it was the greatest place in the entire world. A flip of a switch, and the room was illuminated with the warm, soft glow of the gift shop's chandelier. Victoria happily strode past the aquarium's store, walked by the stingray pool (not without checking on them), then ascended the stairs to the dolphin terrace. She plopped her brother down on a bench along with their stuff, then slipped underneath the ropes that kept the public from getting too close to the railings. She pulled out her acme whistle, and blew into it. The high-pitched shriek would be ear-splitting to someone who wasn't used to it. Lucky for Victoria, she was. At once, two dolphins came racing over to the platform. Winter and Hope...but where was Panama...Oh! That's right. Panama was deaf; how foolish of Victoria to forget. She stuck her foot out and wiggled it around in the water, visually summoning the third dolphin. After that, all three female Atlantic Bottlenoses were together." Morning, girls." Victoria grinned, reaching into the cooler and pulling out three fish; she tossed one into each of their mouths. The girl turned, grabbing her facemask and slipping it over her head. The slightest hint of light was showing in the sky now, as dawn was slowly cracking through the shade of night. Victoria slipped in the water, basking in the soft glow that radiated from the pool's underwater light. The three mammals swam along side her, following her around and doing as she did. Victoria came up for air, the dolphins came up for air. While she had free time, Victoria decided to do something productive. She pulled herself up out of the pool and reached into a bucket of cleaning supplies and selected an old, green-stained brush. While underwater, she had spotted a patch of algae forming and immediately set to work. Though, it's a little hard to focus with three curious snouts poking at you for attention. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Faith groaned as a beeping filled her ears, smacking the alarm clock with a limp hand. "Morning." She said, not to anyone in particular...maybe even to herself. Sinking slowly off the mattress, Faith began to prepare for the day. These preparations included washing up, applying light makeup, and changing into her wetsuit, and putting on her water shoes. After winding her hair into a tight and uncomfortable bun, Faith grinned at herself in the mirror, just to get in a suitable mood for the rest of the day. She threw some randomly selected clothes carelessly in a bag, seeing by the light that flooded through her window. Taking a breath, she found a moment to gaze upon the sparkling water that lay in the distance. Hello, Summer. she thought, grabbing her bags and throwing them by the door. As she walked into the Kitchen, she found that Nate was already dressed and sipping on a cup of tea. "Hey, slacker." He said playfully, getting up from the couch and setting his beverage on the counter. "Ready?" he asked. "Um..yeah." Faith replied, walking to the door and picking up her bags once again. Nate walked with her to the car, and then climbed into the driver's seat. "Don't worry," Faith started, claiming the passenger's side. "You won't have to drive me to work anymore for the rest of the summer," she added a light giggle, thinking of the gorgeous beach house that awaited her. Sure, it cost her an entire month's pay to chip in, but it was totally worth it. "Nah...I actually don't mind. It's kind of nice." He grinned, starting the engine of the run-down Chevy and driving out onto the road. Faith shrugged, admiring the sparkling sea below the bridge they were traveling over.

As Nate and Faith pulled up, she stepped out and thanked him, taking her bags in her hands. As always, Victoria's Fiat was there. She was always there first. Faith chuckled to herself at the thought, then approached the door. Even she was a little early today. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

• age;; 19 • status;; single • feeling;; tired. • wearing;; this.

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The alarm clock's crude noise completely diminished the silence in the room, as well as Charlie's dream. It was a cool dream, even if it was weird. He worked in a food truck that only sold meat made from penguins. He was pretty sure that butchering arctic animals was illegal, though. Charlie mumbled sleepily, rolling off the bed slowly and taking the sheets with him. As soon as he somehow found the will power to get up, (which took about half an hour) he got washed up, dressed into his wetsuit, and fixed his hair. Carelessly throwing clothes and toiletries into a suitcase he finally decided that he was ready. Charlie climbed into the family SUV that he had inherited; it wasn't terrible, other than the fact that it was black and sat in the Florida sun all day everyday. He claimed the driver's seat, tossing his bag into the passenger's side. Charlie lived on the same street as Victoria, so getting to work never took long. However, he was exactly ten minutes late, as usual. He showed up ten past eight every morning, eight being the time everyone was supposed to be there and doing their morning routines. It had almost gotten him fired when he first started working at CMA, but now Victoria just sort of ignores it. He never worried about Nicholas, for he knew Emily would be there to start morning exercises and feeding.

Pulling in, Charlie made the observation that almost everyone was there. He even knew which cars belonged to which people. After a moment of being distracted by determining who was inside, he took his suitcase and started towards the gift shop's entrance. Striding in, he acknowledged Dorine who worked behind the counter. Dorine was a nice old lady, unlike most. She baked cookies for the young adults that worked there, and kind of babied them. Charlie didn't mind, even though it was weird sometimes. But hey, the woman knew how to bake. Making the quick decision of weather to walk past stingray beach of just take the stairs right in front of him, he took the stairs. The terrace was almost empty, for the trainers were already in their pools. He noted the three girls standing on the platforms, as well as Aurora wading with the sea turtles, and lastly Tyler and Faith tending to the otters.

• age;; 35 • status;; retired. • feeling;; excited. •

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Panama lingered in the water, blowhole peeking out of the surface. Suddenly, she began to feel motion around her. Hope and Winter were excitedly rushing out into the main pool. Victoria; she must have forgotten Panama was deaf again. Sometimes it made her feel quite inferior, her loss of hearing. Either way, she just waited for her visual command. Sometimes, you had to train the trainer. When Victoria stuck her foot out and created ripples in the water, Panama shimmied into the main pool as well, accepting a fish from the trainer that was not her own. Fish is fish. She even gave that cute little head-bob thing that she does sometimes and added a tweet. Perhaps that would get her another fish? Nope. Well, a dolphin can dream. As Victoria descended into the water and swam with the three cetaceans, Panama propelled herself around the right side of the human. She found it pleasant when the humans swam with her; it sort of felt like they were at one with each other. When Victoria took up scrubbing algae off of the tank wall, Panama got bored and sort of floated there for a moment, paddling ever so slightly. The 35-year-old cetacean watched as her younger companions poked at Victoria with their beaks. Panama mused over what she could do to get the trainer's attention. Splash her? No, they were underwater. Bring her a toy? No, most of the toys floated. Except for...the Frisbees! Oh, how Panama loved her blue and yellow Frisbees. She raced over to Winter's pool and flopped up on the wading platform. Stretching, she managed to snatch her toys off of the cement. Carrying them proudly in between her conical-shaped teeth, Panama made her way back over to Victoria and poked her with the discs. The girl went up for air, and giggled at the sight of Panama and her Frisbees. That's all? A giggle? Oh well, maybe there was someone else she could play with. By the sky, it looked about 7:00am now. Craning the neck she didn't really have, Panama spotted Sawyer sleeping on the bench outside the pool. She made echolocation sounds (clicking, tweeting) and smacked her large flukes against the water to splash him. Still nothing. The water couldn't reach him. Who was she to play with? When was Lukas going to get there?

• age;; adult • status;; taken by Lucy. • feeling;; drowsy. •

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Ricky waddled around his enclosure, sand sticking to his webbed feet as he did so. Lucy was still asleep, and he didn't feel like waking her up and facing her wrath. He was bored and longed for socialization, but the only ones around were Thelma and Louise. The shark pool was directly in front of the glass bird enclosure. Well, the entrance was, anyway. There were three ways the trainers could enter in the morning; through the sea caverns (which is where the shark, tide-pool, and exotic fish caretakers work), through stingray beach (which goes past the stingray pool, the windows to Nicholas' tank, then out to the dolphin/turtle/otter terrace), or by the stairs which went directly through to the terrace. All these paths are accessible through the gift shop only.

Normally, it wouldn't be the best idea to put birds next to sharks, but Thelm and Lulu were alright. Ricky had discovered all this from his adventures at night time; ever since he had learned how to unlock the enclosure door, he waddled around CMA, getting to know everyone. The animals were very social actually, even the stingrays. He had befriended all of them except for Cooper. Cooper didn't speak much to anyone. Ever since paralysis took his lower half, he has been in a dark mood of sorts. The only beings he's social with are his human caretakers. Ricky plopped down on his feathered-behind, waiting for anything interesting to happen. Nothing did.

[dat boi]

Feeling; work-ready. With; Dahlia and Celeste. Wearing; x

The first faint, subtle rays of grey light streamed through the sheer curtains of Victoria's bedroom. It would be hardly noticeable to anyone else, but she woke up this way every morning. Mutely, Victoria crept out of bed and prepared for the day; this consisted of freshening up, binding her thick brown hair back into a sleek bun, and stepping into her black and white thermal wetsuit. She threw some extra clothes into her bag as well, since she always went for coffee around 2:30 to 3:00. It was the perfect time for coffee, since the overcast would be taken by dark storm clouds that always brought a lovely drizzle at the very least. Victoria always found peace in the rain.

The bedroom door handle squeaked loudly as it turned, and Victoria's bare feet pitter-pattered along the cold hardwood flooring. It was a brighter shade of grey outside now, which meant it was about 6:30. Running a bit late, Vicky dear. After setting the kettle onto the stove, Victoria stepped out through the French glass door into her "backyard." It was her favorite place, since it wasn't a backyard at all. It was simply a long dock that led out into Puget sound. Treading straight out to the edge, Victoria scanned the horizon. Every part of her was in wait for the precise moment. The cool metal of her training whistle (or "bridge", as it's called.) rested in between her lips. Seconds later, it emitted a high-frequency noise that echoed across the dark, still water. A layer of thick fog that coveted the sound seemed to emphasize the moment of silence that followed. Finally, a massive dorsal fin broke the surface, sending a rush of ripples in all directions. More fins followed; one, two, three, and a fourth, all spouting water as they glided by. Victoria lowered herself and perched on the edge of the old wooden dock, her bare toes just hardly touching the water. She moved her arm upwards and outwards, opening her palm carefully. On cue, a juvenile male orca exploded from the depths, shoving his short snout into her hand. J-17, affectionately named Blackie, shared a special bond with Victoria. His mother disappeared from Puget Sound soon after his birth, so he was raised by his aunt. Victoria knew what it was like to live in the absence of a mother. That was the great thing about these Northern Resident pods; they had such a tightly-knit social structure. They all looked after one another. Perhaps that's what Victoria admired about them most.

By 7:10, it was time to leave for work. Upon entering through the back door, Victoria (Dr. Elizabeth Moon, as she was referred to during work hours), strolled through the immense lab, which had large underwater viewing windows that peered into the patient's pools. Dahlia, a four-year-old female orca, eyed Victoria from the opposite side of the glass. Dahlia was named for the infamous Black Dahlia, for when she was found on the beach she had numerous scrapes, cuts, and abrasions covering her body, particularly at the sides of her mouth. Dahlia would be ready for release within a matter of months with any luck.

Victoria stopped to glance up at the wall clock. 7:56? Far too late, Victoria! The facility opened up to the public at eight! The squeaking of her water shoes against the cement parking-garage-like flooring echoed within the walls, as she raced up the stairs to the open observation deck, under the ropes, and through the gate until she was standing on the platform. And not a moment too soon, as the chatter of both tourists and locals could be heard in the distance. It was going to be a busy day for sure. The people always flocked in, no matter the hour. Victoria had also remembered that this morning photographers were supposed to come in to do a photo shoot for Seattle's newspaper. Luckily, she had worn her best wetsuit.

Feeling; exhausted. With; no one.

The world outside was dark and grey, the transitioning sky clouded over with only a few rays of white light shining through. Upon eventually rousing himself from sleep, Mitch sauntered to the bathroom. He studied his new face carefully; it always took getting used to. However, this one would do for now. He descended the spiral stairs into the dark, cold living room. He had done pretty well, using most of his remaining savings (what he didn't use on weapons) to purchase a massive apartment, in which he would meet with his team of villains. The wall that faced the city was basically one large window, looking out over the foggy skyline. As time passed, it slowly grew brighter. Oh, what to do today.

The streets were damp, indicating an overnight rain. It was surprisingly cold for mid-May, and the air was damp. Typical pneumonia-inducing weather. Pulling the collar up on his black trench coat, Mitch opened the door to the Starbucks Coffee Shop and walked in. It was still early, so he was not surprised to see that the place was mostly empty. He often enjoyed sitting inside, just watching the costumers carry on with their lives. He supposed it was an irony thing for him; he mused over the fact that everything seemed so ordinary, when in fact a magnificent war was brewing, one that none of these people could even imagine.

Approaching the counter, Mitch glanced around for the burrista. She was a nice girl, and she almost made him feel bad that he was about to annihilate this city.

[dat boi]

[dat boi]

{ I'll slow this down cause I know
that you can't keep up
Oh maybe I maybe
I was wrong from the start
I might be proud but at least
I'm proud of something
You've taken pride in becoming nothing
You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me
You keep me on the edge of my seat
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
I wanna hate every part of you in me
I can't hate the ones who made me. }

theme song- x
Good Traits ; intellectually strong, determined,
charming, cunning.
Bad Traits ; hasty, maniacal, vengeful, violent,
deceiving.
Favorite things ; thunderstorms, inflicting pain,
taking new identities, coffee.
Fears ; failure is his one and only fear.
Characteristics ; idle, intelligent, quiet, cunning,
witty, sarcastic, analytical.
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Build ; athletic, muscular.
Hair Color ; light brown.
Eye Color ; light green.
Skin ; fair, pale.
Height ; 5'11"
Weight ; 174 lbs.
Age ; he's portraying a 23-year-old.
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Birthplace ; Russia.
Current Residence ; Seattle, WA.
Dialect ; English speaker, using an
Australian accent.
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Relationship Status ; single.
Significant other ; none.
Interest ; none.

Chameleon's confirmation
of Spider-Man's secret identity led him to try to
attack Spider-Man through his family and friends,
but this effort met with rather dismal results when
Mary Jane Watson subdued him with a baseball bat.
Somewhere in between this and subsequent appearances
, he appeared to have been destroyed by his nephew,
Alyosha Kravinoff (Alyosha later threw a Chameleon
mask at Spider-Man's feet, referring to it as 'That
weakling, Dmitri'), but apparently recovered,
waking in a hospital.

After tricking Spider-Man to the bridge where
his first love Gwen Stacy died, on the pretext
of having kidnapped his wife, he declared his
own loneliness and love for Peter. When Peter
laughed out of surprise, he threw himself off
the bridge. He reappeared some time later in a
mental institution, completely incapacitated,
believing himself to be Sergei Kravinoff rather
than Dmitri Smerdyakov. He later reappeared in
his Chameleon identity as part of the Sinister
Twelve villain team organized by the Green Goblin.

full name; here
The Chameleon; the all-time master of disguise, and overall genius. He's taken on a new identity, this time in Seattle as Mitch __________. The Chameleon was born a Soviet citizen named Dmitri Smerdyakov (Дмитрий Смердяков). In his youth, he was a servant and half-brother to Kraven the Hunter, Sergei Kravinoff, and eventually became a minor associate to one Gustav Fiers. Although Dmitri and Sergei were friends, Sergei was often abusive to Smerdyakov, leading to a combination of admiration and resentment towards Kravinoff. Eventually, Smerdyakov emigrated to the United States of America. As he had made a talent for himself during his youth, impressing his brother by impersonating friends and neighbors, he assumed an even more impressive disguise: the identity of the Chameleon. During his first known criminal outing, he impersonated Spider-Man, though he was exposed and arrested. Shortly afterward, Kravinoff, now Kraven the Hunter, himself came to America, and the Chameleon set his old associate's sights on Spider-Man. Both men became long-time enemies of Spider-Man, part of his primary rogues' gallery.

The Chameleon inspired Kraven the Hunter to begin hunting Spider-Man, inviting Kraven to dispose of the hero. With Kraven, the Chameleon battled Iron Man, and then confronted the Hulk. At one point, the Chameleon disguised himself as Henry Pym, and robbed Pym's laboratory for documents to combat Virus Nine. While delivering the documents and a shrunken Hulk to HYDRA, he was encountered and defeated by the real Pym as Ant-Man. The Chameleon disguised himself as the Torpedo and battled Daredevil

When Kraven the Hunter committed suicide, the Chameleon became obsessed with making Spider-Man suffer for his failure to prevent Kraven from killing himself. He ingested a serum which made his face permanently featureless and malleable. He attempted to kidnap America's leading expert on superconductors, but was thwarted by Spider-Man. He then kidnapped J. Jonah Jameson. He approached the Maggia for support to become New York's new crime lord, and formed an alliance with Hammerhead. Disguised as a scientist, the Chameleon temporarily removed Spider-Man's powers. He allied himself with the Femme Fatales, Scorpion, and Tarantula to eliminate Spider-Man and the Black Cat, but escaped when his plan failed.

The Chameleon's most ambitious play against Spider-Man happened when he formed an alliance with Harry Osborn, the second Green Goblin. Before Harry's death, he told Chameleon Spider-Man's secret identity could be found through Peter Parker, to construct androids of Peter Parker's (Spider-Man) parents (Chameleon later admitted that he went through with the plot to confirm once and for all that Peter was Spider-Man). The plan led to a psychotic breakdown for both Spider-Man and Chameleon, Spider-Man briefly renouncing his civilian identity while Chameleon is sent to Ravencroft Asylum. However, when Doctor
Ashley Kafka sneaks him into a basement
to try to continue treating him in the belief
that he was close to a breakthrough when
the court were preparing to put him on trial,
Chameleon escaped and attempted to convince
Spider-Man that he was actually a hallucinating
writer who had suffered a mental breakdown
after his daughter's death in a car accident,
but Peter managed to break through this deception
due to his strength of will.

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