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@Knight_of_None
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Name: Alcius Thymon
Age: 21
Sex/Gender: Male He/Him
Looks: Alcius has slightly shaggy black hair (dyed) and pale blue eyes (almost white), with pale skin. He was born with albinisim. Stands at about 5'8. Has a thin, wirey frame with a little bit of lean muscle. Narrow shoulds, waist, and hips. Basically looks like a twig, and underfed most of the time
Clothing Style: Alcius prefers wearing 'regular' clothes. He hates anything too tight, or baggy. He prefers jeans that fit a little snuggly. Darker colored T-shirts, usually with an old, faded design, though sometimes he's seen wearing nice sweaters or something. Occasionally wears a hoodie or jacket. Prefers Converse or boots.
Personality: Maybe a little shy on the outside, but tends to be very eager to please. Has a dirty sense of humor, and loves to make others around him laugh. A sweetheart at heart, he has hard time telling people no, and usually defaults to his older brother's decisions on things.
Conditions: Doesn't eat most of the time as he finds it hard, but does have a few things he will eat.
Severe Depression
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Alcius was quiet as he ate his breakfast, his movements slow, almost hesitant. Sleep had barely touched him the night before—just a few restless hours of tossing and turning, mind loud and body aching in that silent, familiar way. Food didn’t usually sit right with him in the mornings, not when he felt like a knot pulled too tight, not when everything felt heavier than it should. But today, he made an exception. Some sort of croissant with bacon on the inside; flaky, warm, and just the right amount of salty. It had become a new favorite of his after he'd tried one of the mini free samplers from his favorite bakery. He hadn’t expected much at the time, just something to pass the moment, but the taste had lingered in his mouth longer than it should’ve, and something about it had stayed with him. Since then, the family's cooks had started adding them to his breakfasts, and today, it was the only thing he touched, letting the rest, including a perfectly made omelette, go cold and untouched on the plate beside him.
He swayed gently side to side in his seat, a quiet little rhythm only he knew, munching down the last bite with his eyes fluttering shut. It was amazing. Comforting, in a strange, bittersweet way. Maybe he'd ask for another one. Maybe. He reached for his glass of apple juice, the cool condensation dampening his fingers, and looked toward the door—hope flickering across his tired face as he waited for his older brother to arrive at the breakfast table. That part of the morning, at least, was still worth looking forward to.
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Name: Alcius Thymon
Age: 21
Sex/Gender: Male He/Him
Looks: Alcius has slightly shaggy black hair (dyed) and pale blue eyes (almost white), with pale skin. He was born with albinisim. Stands at about 5'8. Has a thin, wirey frame with a little bit of lean muscle. Narrow shoulds, waist, and hips. Basically looks like a twig, and underfed most of the time
Clothing Style: Alcius prefers wearing 'regular' clothes. He hates anything too tight, or baggy. He prefers jeans that fit a little snuggly. Darker colored T-shirts, usually with an old, faded design, though sometimes he's seen wearing nice sweaters or something. Occasionally wears a hoodie or jacket. Prefers Converse or boots.
Personality: Maybe a little shy on the outside, but tends to be very eager to please. Has a dirty sense of humor, and loves to make others around him laugh. A sweetheart at heart, he has hard time telling people no, and usually defaults to his older brother's decisions on things.
Conditions: Doesn't eat most of the time as he finds it hard, but does have a few things he will eat.
Severe Depression
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Alcius was quiet as he ate his breakfast, his movements slow, almost hesitant. Sleep had barely touched him the night before—just a few restless hours of tossing and turning, mind loud and body aching in that silent, familiar way. Food didn’t usually sit right with him in the mornings, not when he felt like a knot pulled too tight, not when everything felt heavier than it should. But today, he made an exception. Some sort of croissant with bacon on the inside; flaky, warm, and just the right amount of salty. It had become a new favorite of his after he'd tried one of the mini free samplers from his favorite bakery. He hadn’t expected much at the time, just something to pass the moment, but the taste had lingered in his mouth longer than it should’ve, and something about it had stayed with him. Since then, the family's cooks had started adding them to his breakfasts, and today, it was the only thing he touched, letting the rest, including a perfectly made omelette, go cold and untouched on the plate beside him.
He swayed gently side to side in his seat, a quiet little rhythm only he knew, munching down the last bite with his eyes fluttering shut. It was amazing. Comforting, in a strange, bittersweet way. Maybe he'd ask for another one. Maybe. He reached for his glass of apple juice, the cool condensation dampening his fingers, and looked toward the door—hope flickering across his tired face as he waited for his older brother to arrive at the breakfast table. That part of the morning, at least, was still worth looking forward to.
