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Just a character thread.

 

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Name- Andromeda (Romy) von Stratton
Title- Honorary Margrave; Youngest son and heir of the von Stratton lineage
Sex/Gender- Complicated. Assigned female at birth, but raised and socially trained as male.
Perceived Gender- Fluid/Androgyne
Pronouns- He (socially) / they (preferred) / she (only with herself or with family who knows her)
Species- Vampire (Elf Presenting)
Height/Weight- 6' / 160 lbs
Likes- Anything sweet (but especially fruits or chocolate), Literature, Nature, Fencing, Animals
Dislikes- Spicy foods, makeup, any feminine attire (on himself specifically) or being referred to as feminine in any way, Loud noises
Favorite gifts- Fruit of any kind, chocolate, books bound in old leather

Physical Description || A tall, lanky, androgynous form has proved beneficial to Andromeda. Years of fencing classes proved to give a rather svelte an nimble physique. Outwardly, she appears rather bookish and well-traveled as her studies have taken her to many different places. Romy binds her chest- choosing to wear well-tailored suits and sweaters over any sort of dresses or gowns.

Abilities || Romy bears the curse of the bloodline she was adopted into. Semi-translucent silver tattoo-like markings swirl along the length of her arms. The locals say the von Stratton family made a deal with the Devil years ago, and as such they were cursed with vampirism for their wanton pursuit of knowledge and influence. The elder-two sons have a knack for influencing even the strongest willed person into doing their bidding, but whilst Romy too was born with a silver tongue, she was born outside of the family, and as such only has a fleeting grasp of this ability. She relies more so on her charm and wit than the ability to influence. The curse seemed to affect the potency of whatever magic laid dormant inside of her, but her abilities still must be channeled through objects that hold power as she cannot cast spells without them. As such, she's taken to collecting magically enhanced artifacts throughout her travels.

Personality || Andromeda von Stratton is, by all appearances, the perfect male heir to a family that groomed them for perfection since being adopted from an orphanage. She was grateful to her adopted family as they saved her from a lifetime of illness that seemed to run rampant in the homeless vagrant populace. Romy happily did as she was told- even after learning of her family's terrible secret. They groomed her to be the perfect heir, and she was enrolled in the best schools. She craved independence and freedom from them to pursue her desire to seek out more information about their curse and other magical artifacts. Deep within the girl is a wanting to be her own person, but the nihilist in her sees no way out from under her family's thumb.

Used in- Of Skeleton Keys & Curses with ASaltyRat​

 

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.
ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ; ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ.
ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ.
sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘᴜᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪғᴇ.
ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ' ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

Myles "Luxe" Llewellyn | Thirty-two | xxx/3/19
(Trans) Male ; He/Him pronouns | 5'8 | 145 lbs







ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ; sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs & ᴛᴀʙʟᴏɪᴅs

ᴀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴇsᴄᴏʀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄʟᴜʙ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɴᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ.
sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ, ᴍʏʟᴇs ɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀʀɴ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴜsᴛ.
ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴇǫᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ.
ʜᴇ's ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs.
sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ's ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ.

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Atticus "Addy" Llewellyn | Thirty | xxxx/12/18 | Male | 6'4
"Be careful; I bite"

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WISTERIA

Ashe D'arcy | 27 | xxxx/11/03 | 5’11 (180 cm) ; 150 lbs (68 kg) |

. Head empty, heart full™. Headstrong . Reliable . hopeless romantic . Affable . workaholic .

A trouble maker.
A delinquent.
A bad influence.
These have all been used to describe Ashe in the past. The girl’s home life was never the most stable in the past. While her parents loved her immensely, they were both ill prepared to have children. Her mother became very sick, and had to be hospitalized. As a result with only her father to take care of her, he was often away at work- taking whatever job he could to keep their small family afloat. When he was home, he often times turned to the bottle for comfort and had no time to play with his child that depended on him. This vice and the constant layoffs and firings kept them well and truly beneath the poverty line. (WIP)

Used in Nowhere Train with SaltyRat & Froshi​

 

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Name- Sun Yanwen (surname, given name)
Birthdate- xxxx/11/07
Sex/Gender- Female (She/her)
Headstrong | Confident | Busybody | place holder | place holder | place holder

A young apothecary for a knack and love of all things poisonous and deadly, she grew up in a small village under the careful care of her mother and father that doted as much as they could on their only child. Despite her being a girl, they had not cared and loved her as they would do so a son all the same. Yanwen thrived and grew up curious and interested in her family's ancestral profession and learned all she could in leaps and bounds. Where most girls learned needle work and pursued other feminine hobbies, she was far more interested in what laid in her father's journals. Over time, this developed into sometimes overzealous experimentation on her own body as she'd not wished to harm anyone else. She developed a resistance to most poisons and grew to enjoy their residual effects if she ingested them. To her, it felt much the same as the warm feeling of drinking a nice wine which she rarely had the luxury to consume.

She worked alongside her father for some time when he was the apothecary in the royal palace. Desperate for friends her own age, she developed a friendship with the prince, and they had become fast friends. The two were not unalike in their need for someone to talk to, and they were often seen together. Yanwen was a late bloomer in that she did not properly grow into womanhood until her late teens. She remained oblivious to the prince's affections toward her- thinking them to be nothing more than him being nice to her as she'd certainly never imagined herself to be desirable in that capacity. Her worth, in her eyes, was with her knowledge and nothing else. (WIP)

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Family-
Mother- Sun RuanMei 孙阮梅i ; alive
Father- Sun KaiHong 孙锴宏 ; alive
Future children- Li YuMing 欲明 (Eldest Son) ;

Used in- The Tyrant's Poisonous Flower with Fae​

 

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"ʜᴏɴᴇʏ"
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name → Dmitri Rostova
nicknames → Demi / Honey
age → 25
birthdate → xxxx/12/18
gender → cis-male (he/him)
height/weight → 5’10 (177.8 cm) / 155 lbs (70 kg)
sexual orientation → Bisexual
occupation → Host club Host / Freelance historical cosplay model and enthusiast

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Extroverted? Check. Vain? Double check. Charismatic and friendly? Triple and quadruple check. Dmitri often likens himself to a chameleon that can change quickly to adapt to the situation at hand. Though often, for him, this refers to social situations. He's just as comfortable sitting in silence with a good friend as he is with being in a crowd full of unfamiliar faces. Good at pretending; bad at being open and honest. He was pushed to succeed by immigrant parents that only wanted the best for him and his sister, and while he is intelligent, he's never been book smart. School learning was hard, but learning by experiencing many things came easy, naturally to him. He takes great pride in his own accomplishments even if they've never been quite enough for anyone else. Despite the mask that he rarely allows to slip, if someone important to him was ever in need of someone, he would be there; ride or die with no questions asked other than the necessary.
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"I'm exhausted living up to your expectations"

ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs
Dmitri started his life on the back foot. His parents had already had a child ten years before they'd had him, and he was an unexpected, but welcome addition to the Rostova family. Spending much of his time at his Babushka and Aunt's homes while his parents were busy with their demanding jobs. They were rich by no means despite working for a large tech company in Moscow. It felt as though their little family was always scraping for the last Ruble at the end of the month.

Where his sister excelled in her school work, Dmitri struggled to pay attention in class. His mind always drawn to other things if the subject matter didn't interest him enough. He had a hard time keeping his mind on track, but he still managed to make good marks on all of his exams. Being their only son, however, his family expected much from him- wanted to push him to do better in school and even hired tutors with money they'd had to borrow from family to even afford. They wanted him to be a doctor or a lawyer, but Dmitri didn't have the heart to tell them that he was far too squeamish in different ways to pursue either of those options.

His first true awakening into more artistic pursuits came from his sister who was fashion minded. She had her own job by the time he grew into adolescence and always dressed herself well. Fashion magazines and makeup were abundant, and where most boys would scoff and run away crying if their sister asked to put makeup on them, Dmitri found the experience to be enjoyable. The two bonded over shades of lipstick and eyeliner and that season's fashion statements. Their parents rolled their eyes and allowed it- believing it to be a phase that Dmitri would grow out of when he hit puberty and became a man, but much to their dismay, that did not happen.



ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏsᴄᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʀᴛʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Dmitri was still a child when his father's company transferred him to the United States. Packing up their family and moving away from extended family had been a hard decision, but a necessary one. It came with a pay raise which meant they would be able to sustain their lives much better. It was culture shock for all of them for sure. Though he was tutored in English, it was not his primary language at this point in his life, and he struggled finding words in certain situations, always slipping back into the familiar Russian he'd learned growing up when emotions got too high. Though it became easier over time, and it became easy for him to swap between them as he aged.

Portland was strange. Had many strange people, and Dmitri fell in easily with any crowd of people and always had a large group of friends- whether it was one of the weird nerds that people avoided or the jocks that people idolized. A social chameleon through and through without a doubt. In high school, he had met a new friend before she moved away for reasons unknown to him: Ashe. A rough and tumble girl from the wrong side of the tracks. She had a lot of rough edges and was constantly picked on by other girls, but if Dmitri ever minded those jagged edges, he never let it show. Their friendship was quick to form and fast to solidify itself. She reminded him so much of his own sister even though they were more or less the same age. It quickly became coffee after school, bonding over cheesy '80s movies and thoughts that they thought were deep for teenagers at the time.

When Ashe moved away, Dmitri was heartbroken. His first crush no doubt, but the two had found each other through social media and reconnected easily. She told him of her time in Avalon and promised they would hang out again. For him, it was enough- though his crush on her did fade with him and he was drawn back to the daunting task of what he would do with himself after high school that loomed over his head.




ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴠᴇʀᴅɪɢʀɪs
"I move the stars for no one."
♪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ,
ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ,
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ​

Now, out of high school, Dmitri opted not to go to college. He wasn't cut out for book smarts, and would prefer to spend his time modeling for small time gigs when he wasn't working at a coffee shop. Mostly he did small gigs for historical cosplays and character cosplay from popular media and anime. Despite it being mostly for the exposure on his social media, he enjoyed the work. His parents wanted better for him as they'd scraped and scrimped money for years and didn't want the same life for him, but he was determined to find his own way through life come hell or high water.

At twenty, Ashe returned to Portland and back into Dmitri's life once more. Now sporting blue hair that he admired on her. After his shift was over one night, she approached him- wanting him to come with her to some new venue that had opened downtown rather than their normal. He was still closeted, and when she told him it was made with women and gay and bisexual men in mind, he was hesitant, but agreed to go.

It was called Verdigris. A host club modeled like the popular ones in Japan and Korea at the time. It made sense to him that a place as weird as Portland would want some kind of attraction like this.

Conversations with the hosts felt easy. They made his first experience there an enjoyable one, and he became a frequent attendee of events before they sought him out as an employee as he too exuded that easy charisma and charm in spades.

Dmitri fell into the experience with arms wide open and welcomed his new moniker- The Prince- as it was more than fitting. Women and men both paid premium for his company to just enjoy a piece of cake and coffee with them while they talked about whatever their heart's desire was that night. He was there to make them comfortable, make them feel wanted, and he did just that. The expectations this time were self-imposed rather than put onto him by his parents as he wanted to be the best. This was finally something he was good at, and he would chase the high that came with it until he couldn't anymore. He became good at people watching- their mannerisms and the way their body language read when they were around him. It became easier to spot those who were nervous or had ill intentions to be mindful of.

He'd worked there for about a year before he met the one person that would irrevocably change his life. Marina- Marnie as she preferred to be called. The woman seemed fine at first, but over time, her personality changed to something possessive. She demanded his time, paid exorbitant amounts of money for longer dates, and grew jealous if he dared to look at anyone- man or woman- other than her. Even despite her negative traits that should have scared him off, he was inexperienced with relationships, and the two became romantically entangled without his meaning to. Marnie referred to Dmitri as her boyfriend, and always the people pleaser, he agreed to be with her on the one condition that he could keep his job.

ᴘʀᴏsᴛ! : ᴀ ʙʀɪᴇғ ɢᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴜᴅᴇ
This section contains spoilers for Candid Compositions. Please read at your own risk. This may also contain sensitive information pertaining to abusive relationships.

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Verdigris had grown considerably since he'd started working there. They were invited to many new events to showcase their talents. The host club community was small but tight knit enough to where many of them knew one another through social media despite having not met in real life. In the same way, his relationship with Marnie had not grown, however. It remained a sour reminder that he'd entered into this relationship knowing that she was bitter and jealous of anyone who asked for his time. At home, the charming prince became a people pleaser through and through to assuage his girlfriend's fears that he was cheating on her or that he would leave her. Never once had he thought of cheating, but he'd be a liar if he hadn't thought of dumping her on more than one occasion. He was fearful of what she would do to herself or him if he did so, and so he remained- doing whatever she asked of him to make her happy.



And by all accounts, the two looked like a happy couple in photos, but Dmitri was deeply miserable. His social media accounts had all but been abandoned, and he'd nearly lost his career once or twice due to her outbursts. Knowing he was on his last chance to stay within the company's good graces, he accepted the invitation to Berlin for the convention. It was a chance to be away from Marina and her overbearing nature to just focus on himself and his career without her presence. She didn't have a passport; it was the perfect escape.

But it was too perfect, and she found a way to worm his way in even though she knew she wasn't allowed into the convention center. Her last stunt had left a poor girl hospitalized for asking for a photo, and they wouldn't take the chance again that she could behave. Dmitri realized he had no choice but to allow her to come with him.

He'd been lounging there on a break with his phone in his hand and a cup of coffee in another. He'd needed the caffeine and sugar both that coursed through him. If anyone looked too closely though, they would see that The Prince was not smiling for once and that every time he looked up, there was a silent cry for help behind his gaze.

An unfamiliar figure caught his attention due to how they'd entered through the doors. Flighty and panicked as they were, he'd almost gone over to help them, but decided against it. Whatever had spooked them, he wasn't sure he should get involved as his presence might only scare them further. He returned back to his conversation that made the headache behind his eyes worse.

"Hey, sorry to-" The voice cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter and he was quick to hide the evidence of anything that was wrong. It wasn't uncommon for others to approach him, but the voice came from that same flighty person from before. Dmitri was quick to pull that mask back over his features- desperate to not let anything fall through the cracks. He was a man and it was embarrassing to let anyone know that a woman terrorized him daily, terrified him into staying with her, and threatened his well-being on a daily basis with accusations of cheating at a constant. He became The Prince once more though he did offer them both an escape onto the balcony away from others. It was for the best that they stayed away from the crowd- for both of their sakes.

"You don't have to do the whole 'Prince' thing. I photograph people not costumes." There was more, they were still speaking, but that phrase made his pulse quicken. He was not being asked to be his persona, but himself. The very same that had nearly fallen apart just moments ago from a simple text to his girlfriend. He couldn't deny that it was desperately something he wanted- to just be Dmitri for just a few brief moments. The mask slipped a little, and he allowed himself to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ
This segment contains plot sensitive information for Nowhere Train. It also contains mentions of attempted murder, blood, and domestic violence.

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♪ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴏɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ɢʟᴀss
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀss
ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀsᴛ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴜɪɴs

Berlin had been the tipping point for Marnie. She seethed just seeing the photo of Rowan on his phone. Despite protests that Rowan was just a friend, a colleague he was working with to take his photos, she wouldn't have it. At the end of their trip, the two returned to Portland, and for a while, they pretended things were normal.

He'd gotten good at pretending these days. That had become another mask he wore to hide how tired he really was- how drained everything made him these days. Even from his closest friends and his family, he hid the truth. The only person he'd mentioned it to had been Rowan one night when they had started talking about something or another. Dmitri regretted bringing it up, but it felt nice to get it off his chest for once.

The final wake-up call came some months later when he'd come home late and oly wanted to crawl into bed to have a quiet night. Marnie was asleep. He showered, threw on a clean pair of pajama pants, and rolled onto his side beside her. At this point, he couldn't bring himself to cuddle her or touch her and he actively flinched from her touches when she'd reached for him. A confident man he'd once been, but now he just felt broken and defeated. Sleep was tumultuous for him that night, and he woke up to a searing hot pain in his shoulder and then his chest. His arms and muscles ached as he attempted to push away the person that straddled him with knife in hand. Blinking back layers of sleep from his eyes, he was shocked to see not an attacker, but his girlfriend sitting there holding the hilt of the kitchen knife that stuck out of him. Sticky red blood coated her hands, her clothes, his clothes, and the bed underneath him. She hoisted it above him once more and there was a deep fear that she would actually do it- would actually kill him this time.

"I love you, Marnie." The words were quiet from his own lips and they gave her enough pause to where he could pull the blade away from her. It clattered on the hardwood floor loudly and she pulled herself off of him to go gods knew where.

The next thing Dmitri knew, he was in the hospital. Faces he didn't recognize crowded over him to stay the bleeding and patch up the wounds that were deep. Thankfully, he recovered. His attacker arrested on the spot as she was still covered in his blood and had confessed to everything.

His resignation to Verdigris came after his hospital discharge, and he quickly moved out of his apartment. Lease be damned at this point. That place felt too much like a prison to stay. His parents were rightfully worried when he came to them- tired eyes still red from lack of sleep and many tears. He just wanted a quiet place to himself. Messages went unanswered until-

One new message!
I went to Verdigris to see you, but they told me you weren't there anymore.

Poor Rowan. They'd come all this way to see him and he hadn't answered any of their texts until now. He sent his parent's address and a simple 'Can we talk about this in person' text back- hoping against hope that Rowan wouldn't be disappointed in what had become of him.

ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ sᴋɪʟʟs
→ Disarming Smile → Ever the charmer, Dmitri has never been afraid to use his charm and smile to his advantage to get more tips and customers
→ Cosplay King → He doesn’t make his own costumes, but he loves the art of cosplay. Be it historical costumes or character cosplay, he loves it all. The makeup, the performance, even the hot conventions with too many people. He sees it as something that comes with the experience.
→ Magnetic Personality → Both people and animals alike have always been drawn to him. Whether drawn in by his charm and good looks or his personality, he’ll never know. He revels in the attention he receives even though he definitely doesn't need the boosted ego.
→ Movie Quote/Trivia Master → Especially 80s/90s movies. He has a quote for every occasion it seems.
→ Omnivert Tendencies → Despite loving attention of friends and fans alike, Dmitri can sometimes fall into periods where he simply wants to be alone or with the people closest to him to recharge his social battery. He's a chameleon, sure, but it gets exhausting after so long of maintaining that perfect image.
→ Languages → Russian (native) ; English (fluent and near native) ; German (conversational bits and pieces; not enough to understand much past the basics)

ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀ
→ When cosplaying, he covers his tattoos with makeup if he can’t wear long sleeves.
→ He dislikes being shirtless. Due to the scars of his very recent trauma, there are very few instances where you would ever see him without a shirt.
→ Loves animals; can't get enough of a cute pet no matter its species
→ Still has a bit of an accent; he's not ashamed of it, you can ask all the questions you want. He might even accidentally slip some Russian into his everyday speech. It's pretty normal even if he's the only one who understands it.
→ Can talk your ear off about body modifications. Love tattoos? Piercings? Be prepared to sit there for hours.
→ Has written hundreds of love letters that he won't send or show to others. People he's had crushes on, himself, Marnie, his parents. They're all shoved deep inside of a lock box that he has the only key to.
→ Scared of intimacy with others (scared to commit to a relationship too for that matter) ; labels are too harsh and he's trying to find himself again despite being fundamentally broken

Used in: Candid Compositions | Froshi & Sol (Active)
Nowhere Train | SaltyRat, Froshi, & Sol (Planning Phase)

♪ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ
ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴ'
ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɴᴏ ғᴇᴀʀs, ɴᴏ ʟɪᴇs
ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ​