A young man sat typing away at his desktop computer, eyes hopping from cell to cell of his meticulously-crafted spreadsheet as he entered expense after expense. His slim fingers clacked away at the old mechanical keyboard, a keyboard he knew the base could well afford to replace, carrying a steady cadence as the slots kept filling up. Vaye always found data entry the most relaxing aspect of his job; he described it once as "productive meditation" to his friends. They thought it was silly, but it was effective, and that was all that mattered to him at the time.
Only value after value after value flitted through the man's mind. All other distractions, usually unwelcome intrusions from the ever-leaking vault of of his memory, were shut out for as long as he was on the task at hand. Of course, this peace of mind was only temporary--after the initial satisfaction of a job well-done wore off, the old fog would return, and the memories so efficiently staved off before slowly weaseled their way back into gnawing at Vaye's every neuron.
If only emotions were as straightforward as numbers.
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Rank » Corporal
Occupation » Military accountant
Age » 24
Height » 5'5
Weight » 135 pounds
Figure » Soft, physically weak
Gender » Male
Voice » Quiet, but expressive. Mid-pitch.
Posture » Dignified
Demeanor » Reserved, meticulous, polite
MBTI » ISTJ
Alignment » Neutral good
Favorite Color » Mint green
Vaye's fur is primarily a off-white color with dusty pink markings on his ears, hands, feet, chest, and tail. Most prominent of these is the pink spot over his left eye. The insides of his ears and his nose are also pink, though darker than any of the colors of his fur. Vaye's eyes are large and expressive with golden yellow irises.
Vaye is often seen in his dress uniform, which he wears to work daily. When off-duty, he prefers to remain on the more formal side of things, usually wearing blazers and button-down shirts (you could say he dresses like an accountant, which isn't shocking because that's exactly what he is). Vaye puts a lot of effort into his hygiene and presentation, refusing to leave his apartment unless he feels he looks acceptable.
As much as he hates admitting it, Vaye is still affected by his time in combat, occasionally experiencing panic attacks. When these happen, Vaye prefers to be completely alone in order to work through his emotions without distraction, seeking support from others only after the most intense feelings have subsided. Despite becoming much calmer over the years, Vaye still dislikes speaking about the war and would rather avoid the subject entirely in casual conversation.
An introvert by nature, Vaye is certainly one of those people who acts differently around strangers than he does close friends. He doesn't seek out social situations, but can handle them well when they come to him. He is often quiet and observant when in public, keeping his thoughts to himself as he judges and analyzes his surroundings. When with close friends, he is much less concerned with 'keeping up appearances' and is much more inclined to share his opinions.
Vaye is a relentless perfectionist, expecting much from both himself and others. He is a stickler for organization and is judgmental to a fault of the habits and tastes of others. Vaye is never blatantly rude to people about this, but won't hesitate to leave a passive-aggressive post-it note telling someone to clean the clutter off of their desk.
Playing hand-in-hand with his rational nature, Vaye greatly enjoys mathematics and logic puzzles, and has filled more sudoku books than he would like to admit. He is also very fond of interior design, architecture, and lounge music. Vaye has a sweet tooth beyond compare, and though he prefers the finer things in life, Vaye can also be found eating dollar donuts from the convenience store on a daily basis. Sometimes he even gets two, because why not?