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NAME. Sayonaralullaby "Ayon" Mortem
AGE. 4 months
APPEARANCE. A white medium-furred feline with baby blue eyes and lungs filled with ghosts, smaller than average, yet, his heart twice as big and crafted with gold, as he bears young celestial blood within silver veins nevertheless. There are dark gray marks that takes over around his head to the nape, hind legs as there are smaller ovals just underneath them, and his tail is completely said colour with black stripes. Though, what is the most noticeable of his appearance is from his back to close where his tail is, there is a black mark that resembles a cat.
PERSONALITY. The one whom breathes, falls, and tries again. Determination sets strong in the framework of ivory bones; let him weep and bleed, for he will understand what it means to be alive. Curiosity shows through his gestures like he follows the North Star; always looking, always searching. Distant and quiet, he exhales his ghost and inhales fire while his skeleton is hidden behind closet doors; he is numb and cold, and, oh, what differences will it make if he chooses to let himself engulfed in flames. ( Nothing supposes to last forever, speaks his tragedy. )
PLOTS [OPTIONAL]
I. Speak.
Help. Help. Hell, is he damned—he can't hear since day hit him new. Can you teach him how to read the lips of the living and dead and the language of morse code? Can you let him know he is here with a heart beating true?
II. Black & White.
Black and white, black and white, black and white, my, my, such a sight with a lack of colours he have. Take a paintbrush and a knife: will you choose to paint his eyes with white lies or stab him in his black back?
III. Shadow Puppet(s?).
[i]There's a shadow behind him, and there's a shadow on his back. The shadow behind him moves, as well as the shadow on his back moves—no, no, the one marked on his flesh and furs shouldn't be doing that. Are you seeing this too, or is it just him?
?. ...
"Can you hȩ́ár̶ the rain?"
OTHER. N/A
NAME. Sayonaralullaby "Ayon" Mortem
AGE. 4 months
APPEARANCE. A white medium-furred feline with baby blue eyes and lungs filled with ghosts, smaller than average, yet, his heart twice as big and crafted with gold, as he bears young celestial blood within silver veins nevertheless. There are dark gray marks that takes over around his head to the nape, hind legs as there are smaller ovals just underneath them, and his tail is completely said colour with black stripes. Though, what is the most noticeable of his appearance is from his back to close where his tail is, there is a black mark that resembles a cat.
PERSONALITY. The one whom breathes, falls, and tries again. Determination sets strong in the framework of ivory bones; let him weep and bleed, for he will understand what it means to be alive. Curiosity shows through his gestures like he follows the North Star; always looking, always searching. Distant and quiet, he exhales his ghost and inhales fire while his skeleton is hidden behind closet doors; he is numb and cold, and, oh, what differences will it make if he chooses to let himself engulfed in flames. ( Nothing supposes to last forever, speaks his tragedy. )
PLOTS [OPTIONAL]
I. Speak.
Help. Help. Hell, is he damned—he can't hear since day hit him new. Can you teach him how to read the lips of the living and dead and the language of morse code? Can you let him know he is here with a heart beating true?
II. Black & White.
Black and white, black and white, black and white, my, my, such a sight with a lack of colours he have. Take a paintbrush and a knife: will you choose to paint his eyes with white lies or stab him in his black back?
III. Shadow Puppet(s?).
[i]There's a shadow behind him, and there's a shadow on his back. The shadow behind him moves, as well as the shadow on his back moves—no, no, the one marked on his flesh and furs shouldn't be doing that. Are you seeing this too, or is it just him?
?. ...
"Can you hȩ́ár̶ the rain?"
OTHER. N/A
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[b]ANTI
[b]CHRIST
" Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you, fallen from the sky with grace, into your arms race. Lucid lovers me and you, a deal of matchless value. I was always quick to admit defeat. Empty statements of bones and meat, and my heart it shook with fear. I'm a coward behind a shield and spear. Take this sword and throw it far, let it shine under the morning star. " ——————————————「 AKA CAELUM/JAMES/CJ . BOB'S STAR CHILD . [color=#fff]STORAGE 」