The Fighter
I choose to stay.
Name(s): Rebel, Mellow
Pronouns: She/they
Role(s): Mindscape Artist, Captain
Species: Human(?)
Age: 20+ years old
Likes: Video games
Location: Hotel, City
Emoji(s): 🥊 | 🎮 | ⚔️
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Hey there, welcome to my digital space. It ain't much but I'm working on it. You can look through my drawing tablet if you want. I don't really mind, just be warned that it's not for the faint of heart.
Favorite Music
I listen to EDM most of the time, especially house music and remixes. Here are some that I resonate with the most.
Playlist
- 070 Shake - Cocoon (Martin Garrix & Space Ducks Remix)
- Aneesh Chengappa - Vitality
- Against The Current - weapon
- Devora - Fist Fight
- dennis marcus - Never Stop Me
- D.T.E - Don’t Play by the Rules
Favorite albums
- Riot - Dogma Resistance
About
My name is Mellow. It’s only a code name for protection. I’m the main driver. My job is to mask and function well enough in daily life. Besides that, I make sure that the parts’ needs are met.
I also navigate emergencies to the best of my abilities. However, I can only do so for so long. Crisis after crisis, my fighting spirit has been diminished. But deep down I want to be able to fight again.
I appear as a human, but my form can change slightly in certain situations. I usually wear an oversized sweater and sweatpants with a black mask and gloves. I look rather pale because I hardly go outside. I only come out at night.
My age follows the body’s age. My memory from birth to 2017 are fragmented. I only started feeling “real” in 2018. I resonate with memories related to playing spy and gaming hobby.
Most of my time is spent playing video games. I love action-packed ones. It’s a nice outlet for my emotions. I’m also interested in collecting (fake) weapons, having them around makes me feel safer. Other than that, I do extreme sports when I get the chance.
Inner World: Hotel
I live in a hotel in the middle of the city. I bounce from one hotel to another. Sometimes I’d find myself in the night club, even the underground one. But by then, I wouldn’t be the one in control.
There is a training room in the hotel where I practice martial art.
I wish I could escape the city and live in the wilderness, but I’m so used to the city life.
Inner World: Parts
Angel
I knew about her after the Healer reported hearing a little girl crying internally. For all we know, she is a fragment.
The Healer
She is difficult to read. I can’t tell if she’s genuine or has underlying motives. The way she communicates seem to shroud an agenda. Hm. At the end of the day, it’s all for my safety.
Gatekeeper
He’s an old pal who has my best interest at heart. He looks out for me and vice versa. Sometimes he’d explode but I’d get where he’s coming from. We keep each other accountable in expressing anger adaptively.
The Writer
She protected me from hopelessness when I first arrived in the inner world. If it weren’t for her, I would’ve succumbed to the Gatekeeper’s despair.
Trainer
For safety reasons, I can’t say much about him except that he did a number on me for years.
Manager
We don’t see eye to eye most of the time. They got their sights on external motivations while I prioritize the opposite. But I respect them for what they do.
Soother
She helps me soothe my emotional and physical aches. She does get overwhelmed and goes away to recharge.
Shapeshifter
She holds all my shame and turns it into joy. I don’t think I could ever…
Android
I’m her sparring buddy. When either of us are in the mood to fight, we duke it out in the underground sector.
Archivist
You have him to thank for the shift in accent…