▍ ❝   social media.
though i have it, i do not share it. i use social media so rarely; contact me on discord: @dromaeosaur! my dms are usually open, and i do not mind being pinged.▍ ❝   about me.
my name is hieronymus moth, or just moth. i go by they/them pronouns exclusively, but i do not mind gendered terms (such as queen/king, sir/ma'am, etc). i do not take my gender seriously. i'm a butch lesbian from europe, and my timezone is BST. i am a beekeeper with a keen interest in prehistory, as well as various games.

▍ ❝   roleplay style.
i enjoy paragraphs, and i usually mirror my partner, meaning there shouldn't be much pressure. i do not mind how short or long a reply is, as long as there's material to respond to. i am not fond of script roleplay, but will do it if absolutely necessary.▍ ❝  triggers.
please give forewarning for content that includes sexual assault. i am in a place where i am at peace, but warning so that i can avoid the topic is preferable.
i am content with dark + mature themes, and will roleplay most things otherwise.

▍ ❝   boundaries.
friendships, rivalries, enemies; all of these things are interesting and exciting to me, and require no warning unless the intent is for a pre-established relationship.
though shipping is open, i work on a chemistry basis and as such, i will communicate if i do not think a ship is going to be feasible.▍ ❝   extra.
visual app by @teratologian
roleplay sample as a response to first mark

the self .•   name   :   in-hye ❝quail❞ myeong
•   age   :   twenty-seven
•   pronouns   :   they/any
•   orientation   :   lesbian
•   place of origin   :  mars
•   occupation   :   paleobiologist
•   playlist❝ primary job. intelligence;
spacespacespacespacespacespacegeologist❝ secondary job. scout;
spacespacespacespacespacespacesniperthe body.•   height   : 175cm
•   weight   :    66kg
•   blood type   :   o negative
•   appearance   :   with sharp features, keen amber eyes and tousled, wavy black hair styled into a wolfcut, quail cuts a handsome figure - but they don’t need to be told that. lightly tanned skin remains unblemished for the most part, save for a small mole underneath their right eye. they are meticulously groomed - their eyebrows are well-kept, their teeth are pristine, and they take great pride in their appearance.
they hold a certain androgyny that keeps people guessing. many assume they’re a man due to their height or their shorter hair, and some assume they’re a woman for their softer curves hidden beneath masculine clothing. their voice holds no indication; it is smooth and soothing, and could be a low woman’s or a higher man’s. who knows?
•   medical notes   :   plagued by chronic migraines. index and middle fingers on the right hand are robotic prosthetics.the mind .•   psychological notes   :   diagnosed with bipolar ii and autism spectrum disorder.
•   hobbies   :   painting, boxing, tai chi, paleoart, research, journal writing
•   likes   :   watercolours, history, spicy food, shades of gold, warmth, firearms, machinery, quiet company, learning opportunities, interesting rocks, arachnids, insectoids, avians
•   dislikes   :   overly sweet food, high-pitched noises, heavy perfumes, authority figures, pushing boundaries, needless violence, the martian government, falsified discoveries, censorship, claustrophobic spaces, lagomorphs, canines

the soul.•   biography tl;dr   :   a burdened childhood which led to a life dedicating themselves to education and intrigue. they were an apprentice for a renowned archaeologist in hell's creek - where they learned that not all was as it seemed. though they rose to become a professional paleobiologist, they ultimately chose to defect and, after some time of running, they found themselves in salus.space❝ + resolute. assertive. adaptable : there is a level of determination that settles across quail when they want to achieve something. they will achieve their goal, or die trying - it will often take extreme measures for them to accept that they have failed; it often manifests as perfectionism during their work, or as a fixation on something they don't understand.
quail is communicative, if people listen; they are firm about their boundaries, or about opinions they hold. they do not take kindly to having their opinions thrown away - and they are, despite their sharp ways, considerate of the views of others. they have no problem speaking up about issues they percieve, and it's hard to make them back down if they believe that there's an injustice.
it's second nature for them to adjust to their surroundings; to survive is to adapt, and when survival is their goal, quail has no issue in adjusting to various situations. this often extends to their viewpoint flucuating as they learn more - nobody is static, and quail is ever-evolving.spa❝ - pessimistic. obsessive. brusque : unfortunately, quail is an unpleasant person to be around. their words are sharp and they are brutally honest, refusing to sugar-coat their words even if the situation calls for it. they have a very bleak outlook; if things can go wrong, they will go wrong. they're always prepared, and rarely surprised.
when they focus on something, they focus hard. unhealthily so. they latch on, and they latch hard - and this obsessive behaviour can extend to people, in the right circumstances. what's theirs is theirs, and there is no negotiation.
it's hard to get close to them. maybe they're aware of their own nature and they act accordingly - but in most situations, they are a person of very few words, and the few words they do speak are likely to be sharp.

❝ traits.
spacemultitasker: +1 to physical action roll and +1 to digital action roll. this intelligence officer can do one action roll and an additional digital action roll in one post (i.e; shoot a gun and enter the door code/ run while hacking with a hand held device/ dodge and disarm a door’s bioscanner).
spacebloodhound: upon a teammate dropping below 10 HP, the user’s senses are sharpened. grants a +2 to all following perception rolls.❝ stats.
spaceINT: ●●●○○○○
space+1 class bonus
spaceCHA: ○○○○○○○
spaceSTR: ●○○○○○○
spaceSPD: ●●○○○○○
spacePER: ●●●●○○○○❝ equipment.
spacesabkha is a specialised sniper rifle. the primary mode mimics a bolt-action single shot sniper, and is used exclusively for long to extreme range. the balanced weight and fluted muzzle break make for low recoil, but do not be decieved. as a long-range tool, it is powerful - though loud.
spaceits unique nature comes from its varying segments. sabkha is remarkably high-tech, with varying moving pieces that can functionally 'transform' it into a different gun - though the modules it contains are limited only by how much time quail has to adjust it. it's not the sort of weapon one can just change during combat, and as such, its utility relies on preparation above all. quail's preferred modes are its primary sniper mode, or a short to medium-range energy rifle that requires no ammo, but will overheat the gun if shot for too long.
spaceginkgo is a small, serrated knife often hidden somewhere on quail's body. though it isn't much to look at, the handle contains a small vial that contains a powerful paralytic agent. when a small indent is pressed in the handle, the paralytic will coat the edges of the blade. unfortunately, it never actually contains the paralytic as quail doesn't have what they need to make it.
spacean archaeologist's tool set, consisting of a trowel, a shovel, varying pencils and permanent markers, varying sizes of tape measure, and varying brushes.
spacea small backpack, for carrying what they might need. it hangs loose from their back when they do use it.❝ training&skills.
spacehighly-educated, with extensive training in geology and paleontology.
spacespecialised sniper training, which later led to general gunmanship.
spaceyongmudo for self-defense.
spacetinkering with machines, primary firearms and small contraptions.
spacesharp eyesight, all the better to see from extended distances.

❝ Into conflict they were born, destined to remain on that path. Their parents, non-natives to Gagarin and lower-class labourers, were content on their own. A child was an unwelcomed surprise. As the result of a cryptic pregnancy, they remained nameless after birth - to name something is to become attached, after all.
During those early days, they were small. The only care they received was that of the maternity nurses - and there was no warmth. No heartbeat to soothe their cries, no gentle words, no recognition of their existence.
This child who chose no existence of their own was left to fend for themselves. Their parents chose to abandon their rights, and they were never seen again.
Under the benevolence of the Martian Government, they found a home quickly. This thing that had been unwanted was desired deeply by the rich - but only the highest bidder could take them.
Ji-yu Im and Ira Toussaint were from old money. Ji-yu's family had been in Gagarin for as long as they could document, and while Ira could not trace his own family, they had always been rich.
They had been looking for a child. This one, they decided, was theirs; Ji-yu had wanted a child of the same heritage as her, and Ira yearned for his legacy to be passed on.
It was decided, of course, quickly. They had offered an obscene amount of money for a baby. Cursory background checks, and nothing more. They were stable, they had good jobs - they were the elite, in every sense of the word. Who could deny them this?

In an ideal world, this might have been a fairytale ending. Perhaps there would have been no more to this tale. This child would have been named In-hye, and they would have flourished.
Instead, this child was named In-hye, and they held the weight of their adoptive parents' expectations on their shoulders.
In-hye was a prodigy. They developed quickly. They were quick to read, and quicker still to learn from what they read. Though their speech was delayed, everything else, their parents thought, was perfect. They were the ideal candidate for Ira's legacy.
Education began swiftly. Initially, it was private tutors - hired to make In-hye excel in their base subjects. Once they were old enough, they were enlisted in a highly prestigious boarding school, where their every move was monitored, where even the slightest slip would result in disappointment and anger - you can do better than this.
To say that their parents remained uninvolved would be an understatement. Once In-hye was old enough, they were considered independent. Even when they were home, they were left to study alone, expected to make their own meals.
Loneliness was a weight upon their chest. Their peers disliked them for their intelligence; their superiors disliked them for their questions.
In-hye did not know what it was like to be held as they cried. They did not know what it was like to have someone who was proud of them. All they knew was criticism; they were not perfect enough, and that meant they were not enough.

Adulthood was not a relief.
In-hye was a brilliant student, and it led to them entering an apprenticeship for a renowned archaeologist who worked in Hell's Creek - a biome that they had read about in a paleontological article, and had yearned for since. It was, perhaps, a spark of light in the dark; it was a thread, lowered for them to escape the quiet despair they had fallen into.
It disappointed their parents. They didn't care.
To Hell's Creek they went, bright-eyed and optimistic.
And in Hell's Creek, the optimism dwindled until the light was snuffed out, and In-hye realised two things:
Mars had twisted history to fit it's narrative.
They did not want to be apart of this.
At first, it was small. The youngest of the biome; labourers who could barely interact with the material, and new apprentices and assistants, freshly born into this reality.
As all rebellions do, it grew.
On the day that Hell's Creek was terminated, many children died. Many more went missing. The project was terminated; it's too unstable, there aren't any feasible fossils remaining.
Quail rose from the ashes and did not look back. Eventually, they stumbled across Salus - and the past intersects with present.