Jung Typology Test: Destiney

                              Destiney is a INFJ
                             

 Introvert(69%)  iNtuitive(9%)  Feeling(25%)  Judging(16%)
                               
                               

  • You have distinct preference of Introversion over Extraversion (69%)
  • You have slight preference of Intuition over Sensing (9%)
  • You have moderate preference of Feeling over Thinking (25%)
  • You have slight preference of Judging over Perceiving (16%)

Tagged by: @neoma-eltanin and @maria-zolts

Test found here

(Actually is pretty fitting for her if you read the detailed information. Dropping it behind a read more cause it is a bit lengthy.)

INFJs are distinguished by both their complexity of character and the
unusual range and depth of their talents. Strongly humanitarian in
outlook, INFJs tend to be idealists, and because of their J preference
for closure and completion, they are generally
“doers” as well as dreamers. This rare combination of vision and
practicality often results in INFJs taking a disproportionate amount of
responsibility in the various causes to which so many of them seem to be
drawn.

INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as
well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes
mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so
genuinely interested in people – a product of the
Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary,
INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and
fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family,
or obvious “soul mates.” While instinctively
courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon
them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into
themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent
paradox is a necessary escape valve for them,
providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to
prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as
inherent “givers.” As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most
confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character
to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood – particularly by
those who have little experience with this rare type.

Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation
between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around
them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into
the motivations of others, for good and for evil.
The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however,
are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be
especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the
introverted N function).

This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of
certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or
pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts
are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is
possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the
specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For
instance, there can sometimes be a “tug-of-war” between NF vision and
idealism and the J practicality that urges
compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the
I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make
it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted
feelings.

Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they
tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess
a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the
“inspirational” professions such as teaching
(especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology
and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be
exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the
best example of this occurs in the technical
fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing
with the mystique and formality of “hard logic”, and in academic terms
this may cause a tendency to
gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However,
the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in
the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it
is *iNtuition* – the dominant function
for the INFJ type – which governs the ability to understand abstract
theory and implement it creatively.

In their own way, INFJs are just as much “systems builders” as are
INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ “systems” are founded on
human beings and human values, rather than information and technology.
Their systems may for these reasons be
conceptually “blurrier” than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in
strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted – yet it is
these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to
society so vital and profound.

Beneath the quiet exterior, INFJs hold deep convictions about the
weightier matters of life.Those who are activists – INFJs gravitate
toward such a role – are there for the cause, not for personal glory or
political power.

INFJs are champions of the oppressed and downtrodden.They often are
found in the wake of an emergency, rescuing those who are in acute
distress.INFJs may fantasize about getting revenge on those who
victimize the defenseless.The concept of ‘poetic
justice’ is appealing to the INFJ.

“There’s something rotten in Denmark.” Accurately suspicious about
others’ motives, INFJs are not easily led.These are the people that you
can rarely fool any of the time.Though affable and sympathetic to most,
INFJs are selective about their friends.
Such a friendship is a symbiotic bond that transcends mere words.

INFJs have a knack for fluency in language and facility in
communication. In addition, nonverbal sensitivity enables the INFJ to
know and be known by others intimately.

Writing, counseling, public service and even politics are areas where INFJs frequently find their niche.

“What are friends for, ey?”

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Destiney hissed slightly as she tested her weight on the ankle. Not broken. Thankfully. Mostly likely a sprain or twisted. An easy fix once she was not in the middle of dangerous territory. She tried to put most of her weight on her good ankle for the time being as she looked over towards her friend.

“Thanks for the save, Riski.” Destiney said with a pained smile as she nodded towards the other elezen. She waved a hand in his direction to dismiss any chance for concern on her behalf. “I’ll be fine once we get somewhere safe enough to take the chance to heal it. We should get moving before the rest of that wolf pack comes.”

She was a bit caught off guard as Riski moved to offer her to lean on him. Though honestly she should have expected it. That was just how he was. That smile on his face was reassuring as she accepted his offer.

“What are friends for, ey?”

(Thanks! @kibuto Hope you don’t mind. ^^;)

Bruised and Broken

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse’s breaking point?

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(Dest. Dest. Dest…. She has the most triggers out of all my characters. The one with the most emotional instability. The one who tends to break the easiest. Partly because she was already broken. So there are things from her past that still trigger her breaking point. The way she responds or acts depends on what event we talk about.

If we are talking about fighting people or going near as Castrum… Well those are some pretty rough triggers. They dredge up the nightmares/flash backs, shaking, near mental meltdowns. She is trying to find a way past these right now though with the help of Nate.

If we talk about arguments with people she cares about or failing at something… Well that is mostly hurt feelings and feeling as if she isn’t good enough. Usually this causes her to disappear off to the Shroud to hide or drown her hurt in drinks. Which she is a lightweight so it doesn’t take much. However! Depending how hurtful some of the words said are… She may end up with injuries. Sometimes preferring the physical pain over the mental so she won’t heal them right away. The injuries are never truly on purpose though. She is just reckless while emotionally upset. Which more often then not ends up with her getting injured somehow.)

(Thanks! @ishgardianskypirate)

Tarot Card Asks

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

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“If you mean bad luck then definitely. I seem to have a lot of it.” Destiney chuckles as she reaches up to put a book on the top shelf. The end result being a couple other books falling down, one smacking the top of her head. She glares at the offending books… “As I said… Though honestly I don’t believe it is all luck either. Some of it I believe is fate or the Twelve giving nudges in the right direction. It’s complicated.” She sighs an shrugs as she bends down to pick up the books off the floor.

“I’m still trying to figure this all out myself. Some of what I used to believe in, I now question. I blame those cards I found while on a mission with the Order. Ever since finding those things I’ve begun to question just what I believe.”

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“Not really. I believe more in Halone then I do luck. If she deems something worthy of happening then it will happen. I’d rather not try to rely on something that seems so fickle. Luck seems to be as fickle as it comes.” He frowns as he continues to sharpen the edges of his sword. “Good. Bad. Luck has little meaning to me.”

(Thanks @kibuto)

Tarot Card Asks

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first? (from @sunshineandlotus )

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“No. Definitely no.” Destiney shakes her head and waves dismissively at the question. “I would not want that much responsibility on my shoulders. I refuse to entertain the idea simply because it would never happen. Not to mention the things I would want are not feasible anyways. You can not force people to change. They have to be willing to change. If you force it there is bound to be those that will revolt against you. The world is never going to be perfect. Even if I did rule the world.”

(Thanks @sunshineandlotus)

Tarot Card Asks

HELLO 😘

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If we kissed:

  • [] This wouldn’t happen.
  • [] Oh disgusting.
  • [X] Again, again.
  • [X] Kiss you back.
  • [] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
  • [] Slap/Push you away.
  • [] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

  • [] Um no.
  • [] I’m taken-
  • [X] Sure.
  • [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

  • [] No.
  • [] Ew.
  • [X] Sure.
  • [] YES.

Sex?:

  • [X] Let’s do it.
  • [] No. You can’t handle my d.
  • [] FUCK YES.
  • [] No.

Should you reblog this?:

  • [] Yes. I want to send you one.
  • [] Yes.
  • [X] No. (Only cause this is my response for you doing one. :D)

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(I still have asks to answer. An other things I wanted to do. Updates to tags an blog layout. But… It’s been a rough week. So I apologize on the delay of answering the asks an such. Thanks for sending them though. Happy New Year? Anyways. I kind of fell asleep way too early an now I’m awake. So journal time for Dest while I can’t sleep. Personal mentions: @jonahsage @onidephor)

I didn’t want to believe. I wanted to scream. I wanted… I wanted to hurt. Myself maybe? The one responsible maybe? I’m not sure… My emotions are so very conflicted at the moment. I haven’t wanted to cause physical pain to someone in so long.

Granted my interactions with Felix and C’lest helped to ease the pain of my heart some. I only remember bits and pieces of Nate coming to speak with me because I was drunk. I had needed to drown the pain.

I still have trouble dealing with the idea that Oni does not trust me. That he actually growled an snarled at me. Did not seem to believe I was being honest when I admitted to when the last time I saw Leera was. I regret calling Oni a monster yet… At the same time I do not. Wanting to kill Leera… Suspecting me of reviving Leera when Terra had supposedly killed him… Would I have done it if I could? Yes. Did I? No… I did not even know…

Leera… Oh Twelve… I hadn’t even known… I felt like it was Leon all over again. Unable to do a damned thing to save someone. Failure… The only difference is I did not have to watch Leera die. I wish I could have been there… I’m not sure what difference I could have made… With the abilities Terra has…

I had run off to the Twelveswood to hide after the horrible news. I thought I was well hidden up in a tree. However C’lest had found me even after I insisted multiple times that I wanted to be alone. I caved an spoke with her for a bit. Let out some of the pain that was carving a bloody wound in my soul. But I don’t really know the girl either. So while it helped… It didn’t completely soothe my soul either.

I decided to avoid the Order’s house for now. It is better then taking the chance of running into Oni. I don’t want to be anywhere near him. I think what hurt worse then Leera’s supposed death was not being trusted. Being suspected. I had been honest anytime I was asked about Leera. Gave up the potion Leera had given me before my namesday. Yet… To not be trusted by the head marshal… That is a wound worse then Leera’s supposed death. I refuse to see Oni until he apologizes to me. I didn’t deserve that treatment.

I asked Felix to come over to my house an share drinks with me. I needed to drown the pain. I know Felix and I never agreed over the whole Leera thing. Yet… Felix has always been someone to listen to me over drinks. I was glad for his presence. An his attempts to make me smile an laugh with his teases. It helped to further soothe the pain and lift my spirits. There may have been talk of me trying to learn to use a sword. Which lead into the teases from Felix.

Nate came by not long after Felix left. Yet I only remember parts of what we talked about. I remember asking him to take me to where Leera had been supposedly killed. I wanted to see. I know there is probably nothing for me there yet I want to go. I want to see. He made me promise though that if Leera showed up that I contact him. He doesn’t trust Leera alone with me. I changed the wording of the promise some but we did come to a compromise. I told him I would contact him if I knew he could be around. Otherwise I intended to protect myself if I was alone with Leera. Though honestly… I’m not sure how effective it would be. I’ve watched Leera feed. At most if Leera meant me harm… I could only defend myself an hope to escape.

I guess Nate carried me to bed or I managed to stumble there myself. I can’t remember how I got there. Anyways I should find some work. Keep myself busy. Keep my mind away from the hurt. Distractions. Yes I need distractions…

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Destiney couldn’t help but laugh. Not that his words of him being blinding without a shirt were funny. Merely because she was sure she knew someone who could top him in that. “I bet I have seen someone more blinding then you without a shirt. We do a different beach at the end of each week. Imagine getting to see that once a week. I’m surprised I have any sight left.”

Her easy demeanor faded a bit the closer they got to Wineport. Eyes drifting towards the northeast more then once. Yet she managed to hold onto a smile even if it was not nearly as bright anymore. “Hard to believe it’s been a little over three years since I left here an became who I am today. Though for the better I will admit.”

Riski glanced down at her, not answering immediately. They walked in silence for a little ways before he shook his head, saying, “What is it about three years ago? It seems like everything terrible that happened to most people was either the Calamity, or three years ago.” There wasn’t much humor in the chuckle he couldn’t stop. “We’re all stronger for it, sure, but the timing is just… weird.”

There was a sort of melancholy that was trying to creep in, but Riski shrugged it off. He grinned, skipping ahead again and looking back at her. “Hey, look on the bright side. If you ever want a coeurl kitten, you know where to find one now.”

“Maybe it was something the Twelve had planned in a larger scheme then just individuals. Maybe it is merely the fate of each soul at that time. It is really hard to point a finger at any one answer on the whys of something so complex. There may even be a completely logical answer even if one was to dwell deep enough into the events that happened. Yet something so complex might take years to unravel if one could at all.” The words were mostly to herself though they were in response to Riski’s words. Her brain tumbling over the reasons or possibilities like a puzzle needing solved. She probably would have continued pondering over the answer until Riski skipped ahead of her again.

“Oh I doubt I want a kitten running about my house. I already have a wolf pup and on occasion a dragonet when she is visiting. Adding a kitten to that mix would be absolute chaos.” Destiney laughs brightly as she tries to imagine her house with another pet running about. A cat of all things paired with the wolf and dragonet. No that was one scenario she was not ready to endure.