"your secret is safe with my indifference"

personality traits: shy, quiet, persuasive, well-read, eloquent, strategic, driven, enthusiastic, angry, intimidating, smug, pragmatic, grey morality, the ends justify the means, blinded by revenge || Ravenclaw or Slytherin

personality:
Joas Baldur Emmanúel Guðmon van Grímsson IV. What a strange, overkill name. Well, he usually goes by Joas van Grímsson IV, which is still quite the mouthfull. But his family were never ones to choose names without a lot of thought. Joas was the name of his grandfather and a few people before that, hence the IV. Baldur is the name of his father, but also that of a god in norse mythology, the name meaning lord or prince. Not unfitting, seeing as there is something almost regal about a lot of his actions. Joas remembers well how to behave like the politician his father was in the workplace. Calmly choosing strong words that make promises and leave loopholes. Building people up, breaking them down, or reminding them of exactly where they stand. Really to seem rich, you just have to be a bit of a , he thinks. The other, probably less intended, meaning of Baldur is strong, bold or dangerous. Nonetheless, it's surprisingly fitting. Joas mostly believes that the ends justify the means and the strength of his emotions can certainly make him dangerous to some.
Derived from a hebrew name, Emmanúel means god is with us. Joas can't say he's particularely religious, but it's a nice sentiment. And somehow, he hopes some god is still with his family, because holy hell, they need it. Guðmon could also be a religious name, but his parents gave it with a different meaning. They intended the parts to mean good and protector, so he is either a good protector or a protector of good. If only they knew. His last name is also surprisingly fitting. The components translate to either helmet, mask or grim and either army, leader of an army, or simply warrior.

But that's not to say it's impossible he wasn't a protector of good when he was young, or that he could be again one day. To a lot of people, he probably seems like one now. He's a huge nerd, shy and quiet and well-read. A bit flustered when flirted at, but good with responses if he feels like it. Sometimes Joas rushes into school with ruffled hair, papers flying about and soot on his clothes and face. He speaks with great enthusiasm and passion about what interests him. Tinkering, Dungeons and Dragons, books, for example. Joas is a big thinker. Strategy is very important and even if plans don't have to be stuck to, it's good to have at least thought about things before you rush in. All this name buisness is also not to say he never speaks sincerely. When speaking from the heart, his words are just as carefully chosen, if not more so. He knows he doesn't always find the best words, but he tries to help his friends and loved ones where he can with advice and sincere conversation.

background:
Joas family was decently happy in the early years. His father worked as a politician and his mother designed fairly renowned jewlery. Both parents were quite strict and taught Joas and his sister to be on their best behavior at all times. They taught them tricks for public speaking and how to command a room. They taught them when to keep quiet and when to throw their heritage around. Joas distinctly remembers his father sitting him down one day and saying "Son. One day, if you can't be honest and tell the truth, here's what's important. Never lie. Lies get you caught and in trouble. Tell part of the truth, leave stuff out. Do not lie, do you understand?" and he had nodded and his father had nodded and that had been that. They did have fun, too, though. On holidays or the weekends, they would all pile into their four-wheel drive and head down the One in whichever direction they felt like that day. Get out somewhere and go hiking and say hi to the sheep and the rangers. They'd pack epic picknicks and just eat them standing, because the stones were too cold to sit on. Sunglasses were worn at 10 pm in summer and on one day Joas would bundle up in half the clothes he owned and go shirtless the next. The nights with northern lights were spent lying in the grass and gravel next to some road, staring at the sky. On those nights the kids were allowed to stay up for long times. Joas also hung out at his mom's jewlery workshop a lot, where he learned about different tools and tinkering methods. He learned about forges and metals and on good days he was allowed to make something.
Joas and Agnes knew from early on, that there were people, that didn't like their family. Power is a double edged sword and the way people think of you can change in the blink of an eye. Joas just hadn't thought, that people would be so cunning about it. One day, when they were 9 and 5, they were introduced to a man named Heiðar Leilfðósson and his wife named Nóa Rúnarsdóttir. The two were well mannered, but their smiles were too wide and didn't reach their eyes. Plus, their parents seemed a little on edge, so that translated to the kids. Political opponents. Then, for four years, nothing spectacular happened. When Joas was 13, his father ran for office. So did Leilfðósson. And Leilfðósson was not going to play fair.
This was the news headline: V an Grímsson, drunk, set fire to house, killing his family.
This is was what Joas saw: His father had gone out with friends, so he was reading a book upstairs. Harry Potter, to be exact. His mother and sister were downstairs, practicing piano, by the sounds of it. The front door clicked open and the voice of his father was loud and sing-songy and probably drunk and probably smiling. Everything went silent for a bit, which was better for reading. Sounds of pots and pans started up, his father hadn't eaten before leaving. Something started to smell weird, burned maybe. A bit later he heard a crash and a shriek. Footfalls on the stairs, heavy and rythmic, his father. "Joas. Joas!", he heard a hiss, clearly indicating that this was both important and to be talked about in quiet. "You need to run. R- !" Another crach and this time Joas was on his feet and throwing his door open. Fire the hallway between his room and where his father stood on the stairs, parts of which were starting to look bad. Joas froze. His father was yelling, but it sounded like he was underwater. Breathing was becoming difficult. That was, what got Joas moving. He nodded at his father, turned back into his room. Smashed a window and jumped. Somehow, he got tangeled in a tree, cutting a large gash into his side. From there, he saw the faces of Leilfðósson and Rúnarsdóttir turn away from the house. Up in that tree was also where he fell unconcious. It was not where he woke up.
A neighbor had found him in the night and taken him to his house. The wound was bandaged and Joas felt a bit dizzy, but ultimately alive. He was served breakfast and immediately told it was not safe for him to stay in Iceland. They had bought him passage to France, but he would need a new identity. They shook their heads when he asked if they had seen anyone else make it out of the house. What he doesn't know, is, that his mother and sister got out in the dark of night. They went to the fire department, later, when it suspicions were coming up, they went to the police. They were put in witness protection and relocated to the UK under new names. Both father and son were presumed and the whole family officially declared dead.
Joas was going through the motions, but was awkwardly transported to france. New name: Simon Valdur no-surname. Orphanages are the only place you can turn up age 13 with a name no-one's heard and a past you don't want to talk about. So that's exactly where they brought him. He was bounced around the foster system for two years, before coming to the Renvilles. They were nice enough people and though there were some difficulties, Simon was now Simon Renville and Simon Renville was alright. Nothing that couldn't be figured out. He got back into tinkering as well during that time. He tried googeling Leilfðósson, but apparently the guy had vanished the night of the fire. Which was considered to be pretty ing suspicious. Joas really wanted to confirm those suspicions, but knew that coming out of hiding was probably not a good idea. So instead he let his hate eat away at him and form his habits and thoughts.
That was how the Akuma got him. Joas had found some stuff at a yard sale. A book about metalworking, that looked like it would desintegrate any moment, two sets of glow in the dark-dice. The green set would go to Lana, he would keep the orange. Oh and the broken gun sitting casually in the inside pocket of his coat. He seemed to feel his skin along the scar burn, everytime the barrel brushed past it as he walked. While buying the gun, his hatred had ignited the usually small, but ever-simmering flame and a cold trance had sharpened his mind, but clouded his better judgement. Not yet entirely returned to his normal state of mind, here he walked, tossing the orange d20 from hand to hand. Had his own demons not still been raging in his chest, he would have probably reacted better to Chloe snapping at him to watch where he was going and making fun of his hobbies. He would have nodded, apologized in a way, that would insure he was the one in control of the interaction, and walked on. As it was, his hatred, currently entirely mis-directed at Chloe, a bit of shame and an overwhelming amount of angry grief rooted him in place. In hindsight, he can't find it in his heart to be surprised, that the butterfly would take that moment to enter the dice.
A bullied man, who just wants to go home with the gift for his friend. In return for the miraculous, you can show her, that the fall of the dice are so much more impactful than she thinks, Dice Master. It wasn't the most creative play on the term Dungeon Master, but Joas was in no state to argue semantics. Of course, because of some magic bull, saying no to Hawkmoth's proposition wasn't actually an option, anyway. He was the second person to ever be akumatized, so he had seen all the Chaos of the first Akuma go down on TV. He knew the little purple bug had something to do with it. So when he came to conciousness and saw that thing flying off, he stepped on it. It was an instincitve reaction, really. The akuma as such poses no threat to anyone, it can't akumatize anyone else, but the control of the wielder of the Moth miraculous never entirely left him. That only furthers the feelings of hatred and bloodlust.
But he can feel friendship, too. In school, age 15, he met a girl. Half french, half spanish, with the brightest demeanor he'd ever seen. Happy and awkward as all hell. Lana Avila had a rhyming name and had no idea what to say when and when not to say anything. So he sat next to her. Because she was so not him and maybe he was looking for a bit of uncompromising, glaring optimism. Soon they became friends, discovering similar nerdy interests. She introduced him to the world of D&D, which he took great interest in. She dragged him along to her group and he at first shyly, began to enjoy playing with them. Lana and Joas are now best friends and do pretty much everything together.
When he turned 18, he moved out of his foster home, closer to the forge. His day to day life is pretty busy now. School in the mornings, final year, whoo. He and Lana hang out at an ice cream shop and at a bakery regularely, depending on the season. The forge is really is an at least one afternoon a week thing, plus any spontaneous sleepless nights or bad days.
Also when he turned 18, he told his foster parents about his past and, that he's made a choice. On his 18th birthday, Joas began to use his real name again, including official documents.

Joas Baldur Emmanúel Guðmon van Grímsson IV.

He knows it's a beacon calling out to Leilfðósson and Rúnarsdóttir.

He knows that.

Let them come.

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"you were the face i saw when murder entered my heart"

likes:
— letting his name and status speak for him ( Despite mostly keeping quiet in social situations and keeping his status to himself, he'd be lying if he said there was no smug enjoyment in him, everytime he sees the sneer drop off snobs faces when he throws his full name around. )
— ​The Kill Bill movies ( Something about violent revenge is scarily satisfying to Joas. Plus, they're good movies. )
— ​cold water ( Travelling around Iceland, Joas learned, that not everywhere has cold water. In fact, a lot of places don't. So there's a surprisingly good chance you might come out of the shower freezing and smelling faintly like sulfur. But that's okay. Matter of fact, he's gotten used to it and it's almost comforting. Brings a bit of home to go swimming in a freezing stream or lake, or take an icy cold shower or bath. )
— ​nature ( Again, travelling around Iceland, Joas found something familiar in nature. At the same time, forests are really ing cool, as Iceland has few trees, much less forests. )
— ​programming ( There's something so incredibly satisfying about creating a working programm. And it really is very distracting to sink your mind into a task. )
— ​tinkering ( Joas love for building mechanical... things, may or may not be inspired by Data from the Goonies. He may or may not have had a secret crush on the kid when he was twelve. He enjoys taking technology apart, learning how it works and putting it back together again, usually even sucessfully so. But creating his own devices is even more fun, even if they might be outdated by a decade or two. So he has part of his room sectioned off, to be a makeshift workshop, which is littered with self-built but a bit primitive, and definitely not appropriately tested tech. Here's a flashlight with different filters to change the lighting. Here's a lighter. Here's that weird belt from the Goonies that can dispense oil and what is essentially ball bearings to make pursuers slip. He's currently working on that a grappeling hook, that can help you pull something towards yourself like those tape measures that reel in when you push a button. For anything involving metal, he rents time at a local forge. He registers in a shared calendar online and pays by the hour. So sometimes bad days and especially nights are spontaniously spent between fire and iron of a forge. )
— ​Dungeons and Dragons ( He is a nerd, after all. There's something fascinating about being able to be someone else so completely and to help shape a fantastical story. Joas also rolls highly quite frequently. Currently he plays a Halfling Barbarian. )

dislikes:
— Níðhǫggr ( During one of his darkest days, Joas was (un)fortunate enough to find a six-barrel pepper-box at a garage sale. A very pretty thing, engraved with some pattern he feels too sick to examine closely everytime he holds the gun. It's ornamental. It's really just ornamental. Sold without bullets and it's broken anyway, it doesn't work anymore, so you don't have to worry about it going off and hurting someone. So naturally, Joas fixed it and really any scrap metal from failed tinkering can be molten down into bullets. He named it after the serpent-like dragon in norse mythology, who torments the dead, who have comitted crimes. He also opted for the most old-fashioned, traditional spelling, he could find. And now the dragon waits, an underestimated beast, at the bottom of a drawer, beneath all his boxers, because why would anyone ever go through those. And he's made sure to always have something covering the gun, because no one should find it and if he's honest with himself, because he wants to forget it's there. )
— darkness ( Joas is 18 years old and legitimately afraid of the dark. It was dark around him, when his father told him to go and it was dark when he jumped. It was dark when he was alone and it was dark when he heard the shouts and the screams. It was no longer dark, when the flames engulfed the sky, and it was bright bright bright when he finally ran. Darkness is only tolerable, if someone soothing sleeps beside him, but that doesn't really happen much. )
— ​rudeness ( It's not just, that he doesn't like it. He also really doesn't understand it. Politeness, no mater how fake gets you so much farther and if you really need to insult, you can at least do it eloquently. An insult hits so much harder, if you use it to cement your position above your opponent. )
— his hands ( It's not some proportion problem, his hands look and feel fine. The problem is, that they shake. Probably a post-traumatic thing. He hates it, hates that his tembeling fingers are a constant reminder of loss. But it's almost worse, when they don't shake. Holding the pepper-box, the tremor is gone and the coldblooded stillness of his heart claws its way through his veins into his fingers. He hates himself for the relief that makes him feel. )
— being bossed around

hobbies:
— tinkering
— D&D
— programming
— going to the gym ( Though his original motivation for getting and staying in good shape is a secret, it was originally fueled by his conviction, that he will someday get revenge on those who wronged his family. That's why he forced himself into the gym a fair amount, why he makes sure he can run long distances, sprint short distances and has decent strength. Over time it's also just become a hobby, that he enjoys. He barely even thinks about his hatred when working out anymore, but if he's about to give up, it does still spark him to go on. )

habits:
— Joas always carries a rubber band with him, to fashion a slingshot out of. Once again, this was started as a way to practice the hand-eye coordination involved in shooting, without having to hold that wretched gun. But it's evolved into a normal habit by now.
— When he's really bored in class, he draws up D&D character sheets for the people around him. Their personality, bond, flaw, ideal and some basic stats. Picks a class and a race; a deity, if they're a cleric or paladin; a patron, if they're a warlock.
— biting his lip when he's nervous or in deep conversation
— He tenses up at first, when it comes to physical contact. After a while, he will relax into it, though. He just isn't very used to it anymore. Maybe, if he were to find someone he really likes, he would start seeking it out himself.
— When he's anxious, he watches song covers on youtube.
— He talks in his sleep, but only in rhyme.

trivia:
— He's quite the lightweight when it comes to alcohol.
— He's biual, but has kept himself too busy to ever really stop and think about his uality to notice that he's not straight. Which is especially ironic, considering he leans a bit towards guys most of the time.
— His favorite food is Lasagna. Lana calls him Garfield, but he puts up with it. She has bestie-privilege.
— His favorite colors are yellow and green.
— His favorite youtuber is Dodie Clark.

"i do not want to die who i am. i would like to live long enough to become someone else. i think you understand that."

plotline : firefly miraculous (free plotline)
back-up plotline : snake miraculous
villain name : Firefly

miraculous appearance : The miraculous is a grey leather belt studded with stones that are probably opals. When the kwami inhabits the midaculous, five of the opals turn red, like rubies. With every minute that passes after activating the power, they return to their normal colors.

villain costume : A silver shirt with some braided patterns on it ties at the waist with a loose black belt. Within the belt there is a small nook to secure the chain sickle in. The shirt looks and feels like it was made from metal, but all the plates and chains slott into each other so perfectly, that it only makes a sound when he wants it to. Well fitting trousers of a darker grey look almost like black jeans in certain light. The black combat boots around his feet are surprisingly silent, maybe because they're criss-crossed by a coursley woven black cloth. That same cloth is also wrapped around thin, dark red sort of bracers, with the cloth extending up to his knuckles. Protection while punching, he presumes. A small orange broach holds a cloak wrapped around him. The black cloak has slits down the middle and a mind of its own, swooping and flapping like a bug's wings. Orange, red and yellow veins of light snake through the cape-wings. The wings are dripping in swirling firy light. The mask is supposed to emulate flames.

weapon : A chain sickle that glows in fire colors.
power :

• flight
• can see in the dark
• can create a small flame in his hand with a snap of his fingers, that sheds light and can be thrown at someone for a small amount of damage or to set something on fire. ( basically the Produce Flame Cantrip )
• Firepower: Joas is engulfed by flames spanning 1.5 meters, that last for three of the five minutes he has left after activating it. During this time, no attacks affect him and any attacker gets lashed at by a tendril of fire. ( a weird amalgamation of the higher level Mantel of Flame, that the Phoenix Sorcerer gets )

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"screw you, i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated."
"Youngling, my name is Hawkmoth. My task is to claim as many miraculouses as I can. If my task is your task, then what is your name?" : 
— Joas coils up rope and throws a few sheets of unused metal towards his bag. Touches his finger against a small lump of molten iron, hisses at the heat and sticks his finger in his mouth out of lack of a better way to deal with what might be a tiny burn. Screw his carelessness, he should have known it couldn't have cooled off just yet and had he not been in a time crunch, he would have been more careful. He's about to hurry to clean up some other part of the messy workbench, as something freezes him in place. Oh god, no, not now, not here. Somebody else has booked the space right after him, for godssake! But it's not some sort of panicattack, he realizes, as the glowing outline of a moth materializes in front of his eyes. No no no. Please.
Then the voice begins and Joas is surprised to hear no commaning tone. Sure, there's arrogance and snobishness and the presumption, that no one has any goals but to serve him. Really, none of those undertones are particularely unknown to Joas. And yet, he knows Hawkmoth knows his name. But he wants to hear Joas say it. Giving your full name when it doesn't benefit you is close to relinquishing power, as a name can the most powerful thing you own, provided it's a strong one. He toys with giving his fake name, but where's the point, if he already knows better than that. What is all this if my task is your task bull. The world doesn't run on favors and kindness, it runs on deals. What does he have to gain from this villain? A miraculous? Why would he want a mirac - Ooooh. Oh. A smile tugs at the ends of his lips. Of course. There's nothing wrong with a decent deal. And decent deals have to be signed with decent names.
"I believe you already know my name.", is what he finally says, his mind going a million miles an hour, he feels finally very in control of the situation. "It's Joas van Grímsson IV."
"Wonderful. Now, what is it that makes you tick? Why is it that you want the miraculous I have to offer?" : 
— Want? Want is a very strong word. Well, Hawkmoth is able to sense when someone in Paris is angry, it's probably not surprising if he can detect a person's buried want. I have someone I need to find. A list, loose ends. Fighting fire with firearms. My want has nothing at all to do with your goals. But saying any of that out loud isn't going to give Joas a miraculous. It's a negotiation and you've got to keep all the cards coming in. Only half-truths, never lies. "I like the feeling of power at my fingertips. I was born with it and ever since, people have tried to wrench it from me. I want back, what was stolen. That's all you want, too, if I'm not mistaken. Power that belongs to you. Help me help you."
"Very Good youngling. I'm supposed to ask this, what would be the first thing you'd do once you have the miraculous?" : 
— Supposed to ask this? That phrasing brings Joas' thoughts to a grinding halt. Is Hawkmoth not the one in control here? If so, who is. Thoughts to store away and explore later. Uncovering conspiracies needs careful strategizing. "I would experiment with the miraculous. How it works and", he gestures around the forge, "improving upon things is what I do."
"There are many desperate souls out there. Why should I pick you to receive this miraculous?" : 
— "Because I'm not desperate, am I. You need me. I'm not scared of big decisions and trust me, I know about consequences they often carry." In his mind, Joas runs down the list. H Leiðólfsson. N Rúnarsdóttir . Hawkmoth. Because taking control of his mind and offering him false promises is a terrible, terrible mistake to make. But that can wait. Lists are there to mark priorities, after all. Desperate souls, huh. "I think we both know my soul isn't entirely my own anymore," he adds, thinking of tiny purple moths and lets the sentence hang in the room.
"I will have to think this over. Scurry along then." : 
— You and me both, buddy. You and me both. While the demeaning nature of the last sentence would usually make his blood boil, he just smiles. Because it's just plain foolish to talk down to the people you're trusting to do your dirty work. Hawkmoth's arrogance has made it pretty clear, that he comes from money and is used to people being afraid of him. Joas has known many people like that and all of them have been pieces of .
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a forge to clean up and things to attend to," he says and begins cleaning up, ignoring the fading purple light over his face.

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"it's so rare that we're given the opportunity to be honest about everything; we might as well try it once and see if we like it."

kwami's name : Aska
kwami's prounouns : she, her
kwami's age : 1358
kwami's favorite food? : marzipan

kwami's appearance : Aska is black, but glows a firey red and orange in the dark. She has four thin wings, akin to a bugs, that flutter about when she's scared.

kwami's personality : Aska is very jittery. She's good at hiding and a good pickpocket. Still, she's not perfect and has had some close calls, where she was almost caught. Which would be dangerous of course, as she's a kwami. She doesn't trust easily and is very careful, but very kind and protective when she does care.

relationship/interaction with kwami : One of their first interactions was Joas catching Aska trying to steal a button off one of his jackets. He calmly asked her what she was looking for. She frightenedly admitted to her bad habits and he told her not to go through his stuff, he knew everything he had. Also, if she wanted to steal buttons, she should steal from grumpy people and that if she ever got the itch, he would look out for her and create distractions, if needed. She began to trust him and when he opened up to her about not particularely caring for Hawkmoth and his goals and told her what his actual goals were, they began to build a strong, loving friendship. Aska is too nervous and jittery to make a lot of big descisions, opting rather to make suggestions and then following and helping Joas. She also views it as her job to protect him and to bring him out of his shell and maybe one day out of the darkness and trauma, if she can.

likes :
— buttons ( Aska likes collecting buttons, that she steals off of people's clothes. )
— ​mythology ( In the evenings, lying in bed, with the bedside lamp on to chase away the darkness, Joas whispers what he remembers of norse mythology into the night air. Aska has listened intently and quite enjoys the stories. )

dislikes : 
— being yelled at
— cheese

family:
i'm sorry ( father ) | Baldur Lífgjarn Páll Cecil van Grímsson | deceased | he was a politician | strict, strong, smart, suave, sweet, other words starting with s

i miss you ( mother ) | Alena Kæja van Grímsson / Eileen Mary Swanson | 48 | jewlery maker | kind, flamboyant, strict, cunning | Joas and his mother are not aware the other is alive. Depending on her bravery and the fate of the Leilfðóssons, she may or may not contact her son soon, now that he has chosen to go by his own name. She probably wouldn't risk coming to see him until everyone involved in the fire is behing bars or dead.

love you ( sister ) | Agnes Diljá Alena Zophía van Grímsson II / Tori Carina Swanson | 15 | student | flamboyant,  a bit spoiled, sweet, smart, organized | Like with Alena and Joas, both siblings are convinced the other is dead. Agnes would currently follow her mother's actions.

thank you ( foster mother & father ) | Alice & Victor Renville | 55 & 53 | A:runs a modeling agency, V:chef | hard working, busy, friendly | As strained as their relationship was at times, Joas is pretty sure they have his back if it comes down to it. He has their number on speed dial and they check up on him regularely, always phoning first to make sure he's not currently under attack or having an episode. Because really the distance is there in case the Leilfðóssons shows up.

friends:
 
The Tempest ( ft. Camila Cabello ) | Lana Avila-Archambeault | 18 | student in the his class | bright, optimistic, awkward, brooding | Oh, Lana and Joas have been the best of friends for a long, long time. They may be opposites in a lot of ways, her unquenchable loud optimism stand in stark contrast to his melancholy shyness. She will also become more and more concerned with his morality going forward. Still, they treasure each other's company and opinion, they share interests and hobbies. | based on Keyleth from Critical Role

 
The Light ( ft. Lily James ) | Katharina 'Kiki' Hillard | 18 | student in his year | bright, motherly, stern, loving, lovable, fun | If you ask Joas, Kiki is a godsend. Her heart is in the right place and her presence can light up a room. They met almost a month ago, in the school hallway. He had spent the early morning hours in the forge and had to rush home to shower and get to school on time. So he was speed-walking in the hallway, his schoolbooks loosely clutched in his arms, mindful of the stacks of paper thrown between the pages, depicting notes from class, bored doodles and designs he was working on. He didn't see the girl, who reached about his shoulder round the corner up ahead and she was looking in a different direction. They didn't impact all that hard, but the shock was enough for him to drop his books and papers. Of course, she helped him gather his and paused at a design of a bracelet, that he was planning to make Lana for her birthday. It was supposed to be two silver-colored flowers meeting at the clasp. Joas and Kiki exchanged a few words and headed on to class. After that Joas saw Katharina and Lana talking a few times. A week after that, Kiki cornered him in the hallway again. She told him, that Lana liked trees better than flowers, so maybe intertwining trees would be a better pick? He was very taken aback, but thanked her for the advice. She asked, if she could watch him work one day and he warned her it might be very boring and he would need to focus, but if she really wanted to, she was welcome. Kiki has/had a crush on him, that he never picks/picked up on, but all in all they are and will be nothing but great friends. | based on Pike from Critical Role

"i've known a lot of people with money...

love interest: Like I said in the twins' app, I'd love for him to be paired up with one of them. So far I have no preference with who, but I can always let you know once they've come alive in your writing? But if the story just stears them in different directions, that is also okay.

relationship: I'd love a happy ending for him, if that is at all where the story takes him.

...and they are definitely not worth you."

comments/suggestions?:
— Eyyy, it's Percy! (And Keyleth in the friends section). I have completed my self-set task of applying with Vox Machina inspired characters. Here are some Percy mometns and tributes: ( a tribute | another tribute | this scene is a super sincere moment | Keyleth and Percy drink | i think anything else is too spoilery )
— I really, really hope you like him, because I had soo much fun writing him! The very first app for this fic that I started writing was a more traditional villain, who was in it for entertainment rather than his own motivation. He also came from poverty and wanted to destabilize the government and had the opportunity of turning good. Then I realized that at least one other applicant was going for something very similar and decided to scrap the idea. Then I thought of the twins and then I fell in love with Percy and realized that an anti-villain, who comes from money and is entirely unconcerned with the main plot of Hawkmoth vs the heroes, could be very, very interesting.
I'm sorry his interview is shorter than either of the twins', he just speaks less, I think.
— I am terribly sorry for the name Leilfðósson. I was looking through names starting with L on a whim and that name in a roundabout way comes from a name meaning street wolf. Which I though captured the savage ferociousness quite nicely. Also Joas' father's second name means "eager/willing to live", which is a move on my part.
— I also saw that Iceland had a president named Grímsson, I did not intend any affiliation and considered changing Joas last name, but the name's meaning is just way too good.
— I'd love it, if Joas got a redemption arc and a happy or at least bittersweet ending of some sort. Or he could team up with the heroes after his revenge is taken care of in whatever shape or form, and go after Hawkmoth, since the guy is also on his list.

scene requests:
— If his love interest is of age, the two getting drunk together and Joas is just gone really quickly.
— Joas improving the chain sickle with his tech, which doesn't always go entirely to plan.
— Getting flustered by people flirting with him.
— Teaching the twins' half-sister swearwords.
— Aska getting sick and Joas having to awkwardly take a stolen miraculous' kwami to Master Fu, maybe while still on the fence about whether he will fight the good fight in the future or not. Maybe Master Fu decides to keep Aska and Joas has to sneak in to steal her back, in order to keep his friend and accomplish his goals.
— A lot of self-loathing after using fire to hurt someone.
— The Leilfðóssons show up, if you can squish them into the plot. Or there's a hint of where they might be. Good old-fashioned revenge, or maybe beating them unconcious and delivering them to the police, depending on Joas' character development up to that point.
— A message from Joas' mother and sister. Maybe a letter or something.
— Joas and Lana hanging out at Marinette's parents bakery and befriending her.
— Joas crashing at one of the miraculous holder's place during a few cold days. This would have to be someone he got to know in school and not as heroes/villains. Joas had tried to install a self-made heater or lamp or something and accidentally broke it, so he could not stay there until he got back to fix it on either a warmer day or in the morning when the darkness is gone.
— Because his motivation is so strongly linked to his name, he can not reveal his goals in Firefly form, because that would in turn reveal his identity. So everytime he gets a "Why are you doing this?" or "You know you don't have to do this?" from the heroes, he makes up a new, more and more outlandish story of why he accepted a miraculous from Hawkmoth. This could become almost a game.If his love interest is a hero, they could decide to follow him after he used his power to find out, who he is and why he's on the bad side. The see him and, presuming they know him in real life, just sort of go 'oh, okay I kinda get it.'

password: Aska, light up! ( the song is a long time favorite and while all versions of this song are awesome, this one might be my fave )