If you're reading this, then, awesome, and welcome to my blog! My name Is Lafayette, although I mainly go by FAYE. I am at twenty-three (23) year old graduate student at Utah State University currently studying English. I also teach and tutor in my spare time. I am asexual, biromantic, and autistic. I am also nonbinary and prefer they/them for my pronouns.
If you have any questions, feel free to come ask! I don't bite, I promise.
Threads
So just a quick note here, my friends, that I am absolutely mutuals only. I don't mind receiving asks / questions about my muse from non-mutuals, but for my own sake, I have to remain mutuals only for threads. I have over four (4) roleplay blogs, and all of them are somewhat popular. (The biggest one has over 1K followers and is a headache tbh.) If I roleplayed with everyone, I would be overwhelmed. Remember, it's not you, it's me. I have to set boundaries somewhere.
Shipping
When it comes to shipping, I'm pretty much down for anything. I am, but that doesn't necessarily mean Leah is. She has BPD and a few other issues, and finds it easier to "hit it and quit it." Emotional attachments are hard for her, especially the romantic kind. If you're looking to ship, note that the characters will have to have a strong platonic bond first, as she is very demiromantic.
Verses
I have a lot of verses, and one day I'll gladly make a verses page. As of right now, though, I have my main verse (heavily transformers-based, since she's been adopted by a Starscream), a Mass Effect verse, a TMNT verse, and a Marvel/X-Men verse. Within the transformers universe I also have a MTMTE verse, since it is technically a different universe.
AUs & Crossovers
Just fuck me up, bro.
NSFW & Triggers
I have no written triggers, but I do ask that people tag pictures of self-harm and blood/gore. I also ask that you guys please tag your daddy kink. As someone with a healthy relationship with my father, it just weirds me the fuck out. I don't mind you guys doing it, but please tag it for me. I will also tag any triggers. My tags for those are usually "trigger //".So for instance, "nsfw //" or "blood //". I already will be tagging things such as blood, death, suicide, rape and other, more common triggers. If you need something else tagged, however, please feel free to come into my ask box.
The Mun
Like I mentioned before, my name is Faye. I'm genderweird, and I use they/them pronouns. Leah is my child, and has been my OC for almost three years now. I love her more than life itself. (Okay, not really, but I am super protective.) I'm currently a second-year graduate student in folklore, and am in the process of writing my thesis. Writing is an escape for me, but I am still constantly busy, so I will be on and off occasionally. Gotta get that degree, my mans.
Credits & Disclaimers
I made all of my Icons and Graphics, but the art usually belongs to other people since I, myself, cannot draw. I typically credit the artist within the space of where I use their art (so, for instance, my background is credited on my front page since that is where I use it).
about.
Name: Emilea River Rhemer Nicknames: Leah Age: 20 Birthdate: July 31, 1996 Species: Human Gender: Agender (She/Her, They/Them) Orientation: Bisexual (Demiromantic) Profession: Thief, Hacker, Engineer
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: Black, Short Eyes: Brown Height: 6'0" Weight: 145
Smokes: No Drugs: Yes DriverLicense: Yes Ever Been Arrested?: Yes
Misc: Half-Blind
HISTORY
Main Verse:
Leah was born the first and only child of Jessamine and Jonatha Rhemer, a housewife and mechanic respectively. Although her father was a kind and caring man, her mother seemed to be the complete opposite. From the time Leah was very young, she—much like her father—was subjected to her mother’s verbal and physical abuse. But whereas Jonathan could escape to his shop or the bottle, there was no reprieve for Leah, at least not until she was about twelve.
Desperate to figure a way to escape, Leah took to the streets, working odd jobs whenever she could find them. It was during this time that she found employment in a street gang transporting drugs from Point A to Point B. The job didn’t pay too much, but it was enough that Leah could afford food whenever her mother forgot, or her father’s shop didn’t bring in much that week. It wasn’t long before she was working her way up through the gang.
Despite all odds working against her, it wasn't long before Leah realized just how intelligent she really was. As soon as she could, she began to work part-time in her Dad's shop, repairing cars while also working on her own inventions. She stole computers and taught herself how to write programs. There was something peaceful in creation, something that eased the anger and hatred in her soul.
At nineteen, in the middle of a drug deal, a buyer turned on her. He shot her in the back of her head, causing leah to lose her eye and suffer brain damage. And, while it did not take away her intelligence, it has severely altered her personality, making her that much angrier and harder to control. She's trying, though.
“Careful or you’ll jinx it,” Tali teased, her eyes crinkling behind her mask as she smiled at her fellow engineer. “I remember that’s one of the things my mother would say to Father when he was fussing over something that could happen. “You will invite the vorcha right into the ship, Rael'Zorah!” Hah. I suppose there are some ways I turned out more like her…“
Not that she had too many memories of her mother. She’d died not long after she had gotten her first suit, and most of her memories were of watching her - a brilliant engineer in her own right - through the walls of the bubble. But she’d been kind and smart, always putting the Fleet ahead of herself.
She honestly wished she could have seen the homeworld someday. The best she could do for now was help with taking it back, so at least the daughter she fussed over could have that chance.
Even if it was a painfully slim one.
At the inquiry about her being an admiral, Tali bobbed her head once in a nod, letting out a heavy sigh. "I don’t like it much myself. I just never really cared much for politics, and stepping up to take my father’s place…? I feel like it’s symbolic. Or some sort of power play. I’m far too young to be an admiral, and far too inexperienced to be a politician. I’m an engineer. That’s what I do.”
She sniffed a bit, sounding indignant. “Well, it may not be an insult, at least by quarian standards… but it does restrict me far more than I would like. I don’t want to be an admiral.”
« 🔧 » A laugh bubbled from the engineer, leaning against one of the control panels. Dark eyes warmed, twinkled ever so slightly. “Your Momma sounds like my kinda lady, Tals. And, hell, if you ended up anything like her, I’m sure she was one helluva badass. Especially to try to fuss at your Dad like that.”
Leah didn’t have too many memories of her family, and what she did were painful. A screaming mother. A careless father. Her Dad had tried to be there, at times, but his apathy was more harmful than anything else. She had left home by the time she was seven, just after her father’s death. Being a duct rat had been more comforting and safe than living in the Rhemer household.
Tali had been given a wonderful upbringing, even if her father had gone too far. Rael’Zorah may have made a few mistakes, endangered the fleet, but he had done it for Tali. He had always wanted the best for her, even if he was sometimes a bit misguided. And that was enough for Leah. Was it enough for Tali, though? Now that was the question.
“They’re doin’ to you here what they did to you back with the trial, Tals. I know you well enough to know your mask isn’t smudged enough to overlook that.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Leah let a quiet sigh escape her. “Don’t you do it, either. You know me well enough to know I’m about to get real with you. So brace yourself, babe.
“You are too GODDAMNED important to let them take you from this ship. You have so much more work to do. You know better than to walk right into their hands. And if you let them appoint you Admiral, I will personally find you and smudge your mask from here until the day you die. Maybe even give you a good punch once or twice for good measure. Because I will not stand by and watch you act like a fuckin’ idiot.”
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