EXECUTIONER WITH A HEART OF GOLD / O, PIERCINGS

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]well, since betrayal gave the trepidato family permission to hold events and what not on the sanctuary grounds, its time to indulge in a few pastimes she's been particularly starved of as of late. hiding in the shady streets of las vegas, putting it out for the girls and guys did dampen a lavish lifestyle, you see. but nevermind that; she is here now and she's free to do mostly whatever she wishes to from what she understands it and that means its time she gets back into an old hobby of her's. "hello, darlings! my name is mothernature, and i'll be giving free piercings to anyone who'd like one." purrs she, attempting to draw in both phobias and sanctuarians alike. it'll be good for everyone around her to liven up their looks a tad, wont it? but of course! "state what you'd like, where, and what color the piercing should be. ive also got collars, scarves, necklaces, chokers, and bows for those whom are needle shy." she wears a light and confident smile on her maw as she speaks, throaty voice reassuring but also eager; she liles the idea of busying herself with a task such as this, and anybody can (or should) be able to see that much is true.
[spoiler=A TINY PRAYER TO FATHER TIME / MAY 7TH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
— mothernature trepidatio / "hylophobia"
— feminine nonbinary, she/them
— hypersexual aromantic / divorced fathertime / sleeps around
— the sanctum
— mentally and physically ageless
— lanky cream spider-cat hybrid w 8 legs (4 hidden in pelt) & rosybrown eyes
TRAITS
— ENTP / RAVENCLAW / DAUNTLESS / CHOLERIC / CHAOTIC EVIL
— will sell y/c out to the devil for one corn chip
— lusts after freaking everything
— calculative, brutal, merciless
— plays herself off as a stupid bimbo so people let their guard down
INTERACTION
— attack in bold #4A5C4F
— always aims to kill / no mercy
— physically extreme / mentally extreme
— shapeshifting, earth elementals, ability to shrink/grow, super strength
OTHER
— representation of the fear of nature
— boss of the phobiafam
— believes she is some kind of god
— feeds off of other peoples life forces
— pm for plots / heartchart / biography

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]what a lovely turnout. in merely a few moments of her announcement, three beings surface. mo watches bethany fasten the ribbons to her ear with a mildly lazy yet intrigued look but says nothing until the child asks something of her. "mmm," hums she, jaws parting slightly as the hum draws into a lax sigh, and her spidery limb rises as she attempts to adjust the bow that dangles about bet's ear so that its not horribly crooked, "lovely, darling." mother idly comments, but says no more to her child. instead, she tilts her eyes toward an adolescent who clearly doesn't hail from the trepidatio family. that information is useless at this moment in time, however, and so she disregards it. othernature cocks one fabled brow skyward at his charming words and equally charming expression, a throaty chuckle escaping her, "but of course, dear." she slowly twists herself around, plucking the items and bracelets in question with a paw, and then turns back toward lemonkit with the same sluggishness, letting her catch spill from her paws out onto the ground before him, "pick whatever you fancy, love." and then hmm, midas. mother blinks softly as she registers his words, but if there is anger or offense felt (and trust and believe, there is) for how he demands it to be done, she doesn't show any signs of it. she remains passive, going so far as allowing a smile to envelope her maw as she determines, voice still soft, "studs it is, then. excellent choice." and she then gets to work on stabilizing the area she plans to pierce, taking a cloth soiled in who-knows-what and attempting to smear the chemical across the lower half of his ear. when (or if) that is done, she takes a tiny bone, its end a needle-sharp tip, and moves to stab at the spots she has ridded of bacteria, her aim steady and certain, "this will only hurt a bit, sweetie." she assures as she attempts to gently shove the bone through the soft tissue of the ear, although she believes piercings do not hurt at all. if this is successful, then mother will have made three little holes that now mar the skin on both ears in an even line, and she dabs at any blood that surfaces with a small rag before stabilizing the area again with that odd chemical. as she turns her back to him to pick out the requested gold piercings, she comments, "three is good, don't you think?" mothernature moves toward midas once more, six studs clasped in her fingers as she waits for an answer before she puts the desired jewelry in.
[spoiler=A TINY PRAYER TO FATHER TIME / MAY 7TH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
— mothernature trepidatio / "hylophobia"
— feminine nonbinary, she/them
— hypersexual aromantic / divorced fathertime / sleeps around
— the sanctum
— mentally and physically ageless
— lanky cream spider-cat hybrid w 8 legs (4 hidden in pelt) & rosybrown eyes
TRAITS
— ENTP / RAVENCLAW / DAUNTLESS / CHOLERIC / CHAOTIC EVIL
— will sell y/c out to the devil for one corn chip
— lusts after freaking everything
— calculative, brutal, merciless
— plays herself off as a stupid bimbo so people let their guard down
INTERACTION
— attack in bold #4A5C4F
— always aims to kill / no mercy
— physically extreme / mentally extreme
— shapeshifting, earth elementals, ability to shrink/grow, super strength
OTHER
— representation of the fear of nature
— boss of the phobiafam
— believes she is some kind of god
— feeds off of other peoples life forces
— pm for plots / heartchart / biography