the atlas ➤ cogs' things

[gloaming]

ｔｈｅｙ ｓａｙ ｉｔ'ｓ ａ ｂｉｔ ｌｉｋｅ ａｎ. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . .↷ ｉ ａｍ ａ ＳＡＴＴＥＬＩＴＥ, ｏｒｂｉｔｉｎｇ
ｓｔａｒｓ ｔｈａｔ ＳＨＩＮＥ ｍｕｃｈ ｂｒｉｇｈｔｅｒ . . . .
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hello. evidently, you've found your way to my character thread. this is where
i store all of my characters, and will continue to store them for some time.
every character on here belongs to me, unless otherwise stated, and each
character contains a little piece of me. life comes from life, right? so why
shouldn't that be applied here. my writing and my characters are all very
personal to me, and putting them up online for others to see is a big jump
for me, because without this they'd be locked up in a notebook somewhere.
as well as characters i use this thread to save formatting, gifs, images, and
other things that i've made or found that i want to use in the future. any
coding on here is mine unless otherwise stated and i'd really appreciate it
if you would pm me before using any of my stuff or anyone else's. we'd all
appreciate it. a lot of work goes into everything we do and it's nice to get
a little credit for it. i'd love if you'd take a look around at my stuff, but
please, don't post. if you have any questions about my characters, an image
i've used, or want help with coding, or maybe want to do a roleplay, shoot me
a pm. enjoy your stay.

ｏｎｅｘｏｎｅ ➝ ｐｌｏｔ ｓｈｏｐ ➝ ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ

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absalom ; human ; form
adelaide ; human ; form
alabaster ; human ; form
annabel ; human ; form
april ; human ; form
arthur ; human ; form
asa ; human ; form
asher ; human ; form
atticus ; human ; form
august ; werewolf ; form
ava ; human ; form

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castor ; human ; form
charlotte ; human ; form
chester ; human ; form
chrissy ; human ; form
claire ; werewolf ; form
conan ; werewolf ; form
cornet ; human ; form

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eli ; human ; form
elliot ; human ; form
emmet ; human ; form
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garret ; shifter ; form
gideon ; jinni ; form
gina ; human ; form
glasgow ; human ; form

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imogene ; human ; form
ione ; human ; form
ivory ; human ; form
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keira ; human ; form
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mason ; human ; form
mathias ; human ; form
mikalinos ; cupid ; form
miles ; human ; form
murphy ; faerie ; form
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oliver ; human ; form
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sadie ; human ; form
salem ; witch ; form
samuel ; human ; form
sawyer ; human ; form
seneca ; human ; form
serafina ; human ; form
sienna ; human ; form
simeon ; human ; form
sparrow ; human ; form
susquehanna ; human ; form

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bentley ; human ; form
bianca ; human ; form
billie ; human w/ power ; form
blaise ; human ; form
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dahlia ; human ; form
diana ; human w/ powers ; form
disaster ; human ; form
duff ; human ; form

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felicity ; human ; forom
felix ; human ; form
fletcher ; werewolf ; form
freddy ; human ; form
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harrison ; human ; form
harvey ; human ; form
henry ; human ; form
hudson ; human ; form
hyacinth ; faerie ; form

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jean ; human ; form
joel ; human ; form
josiah ; human ; form
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lawrence ; human ; form
leon ; witch ; form
leopold ; human ; form
lissy ; human ; form
logan ; human ; form
lucinda ; witch ; form

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nadine ; witch ; form
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panacea ; human ; form
pascal ; human ; form
peyton ; human ; form
piper ; human ; form
prudence ; human ; form

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reed ; human w/ powers ; form
robin ; human ; form
ryan ; human ; form
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tara ; human ; form
terrance ; human ; form
tobias ; angel ; form
troy ; human ; form
tully ; human ; form

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veronica ; human ; form
vivian ; human ; form
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space ; x
finals ; x
castiel ; x
kiss ; x

ｐｏｓｔ ｆｏｒｍａｔ
onexone ; x
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ｇｉｆ ｓａｖｅ
ben wishaw ; x
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ocean ; x
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atlas [char thread] ; x
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[gloaming]

❝ Ｉ ｆｅａｒ ｏｂｌｉｖｉｏｎ, ❞ ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ａ ｍｏｍｅｎｔ’ｓ
ｐａｕｓｅ. ❝ Ｉ ｆｅａｒ ｉｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｒｏｖｅｒｂｉａｌ ｂｌｉｎｄ ｍａｎ
ｗｈｏ’ｓ ａｆｒａｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋ. ❞

-----------Y o u s e e t h i n g s.







--Y o u k e e p q u i e t a b o u t t h e m.







-----Y o u u n d e r s t a n d.

f u l l n a m e p l e a s e panacea greyson everett. pan for short. his first name was chosen by his grandmother, originally it was just supposed to be pan, after the greek god of nature. his grandmother, who was a rather eccentric old woman, informed his parents that the name was too bland for him and that they should call him panacea, which means a cure for all diseases. his father disagreed but she called him that anyway and the name stuck. despite his parents, he has always associated his name with Peter Pan, which was always his favorite childhood story. his middle name means son of the steward which holds no signifigance for him. everett is derived from the name everard and means brave boar or strength of the wild boar. like most children it comes from his father's side.

d a t e o f b i r t h 19, born on february 7th

g e n d e r male

p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e pan was born on a cold, grey tuesday with a full head of wispy, blonde hair. in the bitter white of the clinic, he was the one splash of color, golden locks and bright green eyes. since then his hair grown dark, now it is the color of freshly turned soil during planting season. a rich dark brown. his eyes are no longer the bright emerald they were as a child. over time they grew dull, a soft forest of pine trees stretching out infinitely within his irises. he is of average height and weight, standing at 5' 11" when he is not hunched over. he has absolutely awful posture. he's thin, skinny even, and not much in the muscle department. he's quick though, and smart. he has a round face and dark eyebrows against pale skin and his mouth is almost always turned up in a perpetual smirk like he knows just a little bit more than you.

p e r s o n a l i t y for someone who can't talk, panacea is incredibly loud. he always has something to say and despite being physically incapable of saying it he always manages to convey his message, whether it's through facial expressions, gestures, sign language, series of taps, or whatever he's thought up at the time, if he has something to say you're sure as hell gonna hear it. he's intelligent and incredibly observant. people tend to overlook him because he can't catch their attention as easily and it gives him a chance to watch, pick up the small details. don't ever play cards with him because he always wins. he's not a very happy person though, oftentimes people describe him as being cynical and mean. he won't deny the cynical part (not that he really can) but he doesn't find himself to be mean, he just uses an excess of sarcasm. people don't really pick up on it when he can't talk. his grandfather always told him he saw the world as it was. he's not likely to stab you in the back but he's not one to get too up close and personal. he'd rather save his neck than risk it but he'll follow you if he trusts you, and it's not too easy to earn his trust. he's always been known to be independent and like his name says, he always knows how to find a solution. it might take him a while but he'll find one eventually. sometimes after the solution is even useful but that doesn't mean he didn't find it. resourcefulness is, in his opinion, his most valuable asset.

h i s t o r y the day panacea was born, the world was silent. no birds sang outside, no nurses spoke, even his mother's labored breathing was quiet. the world sas silent and so was he. no sound came from his mouth, no strangled cry, no sobs as be left the darkness he had grown in for nine months. he would never have a first word, never be able to speak his mind, say what he felt. he would never hear his own voice, never even get a chance to find it, because there was no voice to be found. everyone knew, from that very first day, when the silence was louder than any sound, but they still clung to hope. maybe he would speak, a late bloomer, his mother would say. his father did not want to look at him. panacea, the cure for all diseases, but there was no cure for this because it was not a disease. pan spent the first five years of his life with his family. they stalled the collectors, held him for as long as they could. he knew his grandparents better than his own parents, spent all his time with them. millie taught him how to read, porky, or patrick turner legally, taught him how to talk with his hands and how to write. when they found him dead, hanging in his study, they were devastated. the last straw was reached and not two weeks after, they took pan away from the only home he'd ever truly know. it was after this that the examination was created so that all defects, the blemishes on the population could be removed.
his family visited him for the first few years. millie died when he was twelve and for one year the visits continued until one day they just, stopped.
that was the end, from then on out pan spent his time shuffling between homes, often after being forced to transfer. disruptiveness, disrespect, damage of property, the list goes on for as long as the homes he has been in. he learned as he traveled, picked things up, slowly went as mad as everyone else in these places.
he has been at home #343 since the 18th anniversary of the silent day, he has been here for about a year and a half and he is ready to escape.

f a m i l y anamaria everett; previously turner - m o t h e r
thomas everett - f a t h e r
millie turner; previously curren - g r a n d m o t h e r
patrick turner "porky" - g r a n d f a t h e r

Character © me
Form © moose.
Images belong to their rightful owners.

[gloaming]

-----ＷＨＥＮ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＷＩＤＥ ＡＷＡＫＥ, ＳＡＹ ＩＴ ＦＯＲ ＧＯＯＤＮＥＳＳ' ＳＡＫＥ,
--------ＩＴ'Ｓ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＢＥ Ａ ＧＲＥＡＴ ＤＡＹ.
"ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ?" that one over there? ...oh her, well she's trouble. that's serafina grey chandler, she's the preacher's daughter. what you think i'm joking? well i am; shame i didn't take you for an idjit. honestly she might as well just be his daughter though, with the kind of family she comes from. don't call her by her full name, she can't stand it. serafina means fiery one, which is pretty accurate. you'll learn that once you get to know her. it's also derived from the word seraphim, which is a special order of six winged angels. she doesn't really give two - about the meaning, she just thinks it's real pretentious. she usually goes by sara or more often grey. she likes the name grey, thinks it describes her well. boring, plain, nothing special. most of us don't agree but hell she won't listen to us, now will she? chandler is her daddy's name, meant candle seller in old english. she hates her pa but she loves her name, said something about bein' pretty melancholy. ah i don't remember quite what it was but she likes it all the same.

"ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ ɪs sʜᴇ?" boy you don't have any chance with her. ain't nobody 'round here got a chance with her. i'll humor ya anyway but don't come crying back to me when she shoots you down. she's 18, don't stop her from drinking and she's been smoking since s'long as i can remember, granted that ain't too long. she's a june baby, pretty as the wildflowers that grow in the fields 'round that time. it was real hot that night, muggy too, all them mosquito's buzzin' 'bout like they got business with the woman givin' birth. ooh and her ma worked hard for her, it was a long night. more n' 6 hours if i remember right. started at 10 at night on the 12th, born at 4:13 in the mornin' on the 13th. not too lucky for her but they both made it through the night. what more can you ask.

"ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's sʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ?" i told you boy you don't have a chance with that girl. she's a mess, she is. when she was just a little girl, and she was little, she was always so happy. never without a smile on her face, always laughin' and grinnin'. then she grew up, we all do one day but she grew up too fast. learned things she shouldn't have too early, learned things about herself she wishes she never did. her parents won't even look her way most days. now, well i can only wonder what happened to that girl. she's just a shadow. funny as hell, but she's dark, cynical. she's very negative, doesn't think she's worth it, doesn't think anyone else is either. she's just waiting for her time to come, waiting to get out of this place. whatever that means. everyone loves her though. she's like a poisonous vine, she sure is pretty to look at and she draws you in close, grows up around you and then, once you've gotten comfortable, she squeezes the life outta ya. she's just trying to take it for herself, fill the hole inside but it don't work. i wish someone could help her. she's stuck in a grave she's dug for herself and she doesn't know how to climb out. all she needs is a light in the dark, someone to say take my hand and she might be fine. pity, she's real smart too, when she puts her mind to it, but she doesn't try much.

"sᴏ ɪs sʜᴇ...?" if you're tryin' to ask who she goes for then yeah, she likes 'em long haired and pretty. ever since she was in eigth grade. told her parents, they're real traditional folk, very christian, they definitely weren't happy. she sleeps around a lot, always with a different boy. there aren't many girls down here that are interested. tells everyone she doesn't have a preference these days, takes what she can get but i see the way she looks at the other girls, even if they don't.

"ᴅᴏᴇs sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ?" these are some strange questions son. eh, what can it hurt. she likes people opposite of her, personality and appearance. she likes people that are the light to her dark. she's pale, glassy eyed. she's got those strange eyes, so bright and clear they almost don't have a color. the only thing that defines the iris from the rest is that ring of emerald. dark hair, she likes to tell people it's made of raven feathers, long limbs. she likes them short and fair. you see her over there, graceful and tall. she's all curves in her body and angles in her face, a contradiction she is. she stays around people that are well rounded, the same all over. boring personalities, pretty faces.

"ʜᴀs sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ?" yep, been here since she was born, says she'll be here till she dies. evergreen, louisiana, population of 310. her family makes up 5 of them. it's too small of a town for her. she and her family live right on the edge of the town in an old victorian. the place is falling apart. she went to school right in town, got good grades, even when she didn't want to. used to tell me it was gonna be her only way out. she dances too, started when she was 11. young lady moved here from the city, opened a studio. it's her fault that she's the way she is now but she helped her a lot too, helps her now. she dances every day, and works at the library, reads stories to elementary school kids after school until their parents come to get them. she's real good with kids. she's applying to colleges now, she just wants to escape.

Character © me
Form © moose.
Images belong to their rightful owners.

[gloaming]

"ｅｍｍｅｔ ｄｅｌａｎｅｙ"

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ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏɴɢs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ’s ᴍɪʟᴅɴᴇss, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ,
ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ-ᴡᴀʏs ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ
ᴛᴏ sᴛɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs
ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏsᴛ-ᴄᴏʟᴅ sᴇᴀ,

“ｔｈｅｓｅ ａｒｅ ｇｏｄ’ｓ ｏｗｎ ｈｏｒｓｅｓ, ｐｏｏｒ, ｔｉｍｉｄ ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ, ｔｈａｔ ｗｉｌｌ ｒｕｎ ｆａｓｔ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ａｓ ｓｏｏｎ ａｓ ｔｈｅｙ ｓｍｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ, ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ｎｉｎｅ ｆｅｅｔ ｈｉｇｈ.”
~ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ᴛʜᴏʀᴇᴀᴜ

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© character;; me
© images;; original owners

[gloaming]

ＮＡＭＥ ＬＥＳＳ
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"ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ sᴀᴛ,
ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs
ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs
ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ."

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

ｓｈｅ ｌｏｖｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｒｅｎ'ｔ ｈｅｒ ｏｗｎ,
ｆｏｒ ｉｎ ｔｈｅｍ ｓｈｅ ｆｉｎｄｓ ｗｈａｔ ｗｈａｔ ｈｅｒ ｌｉｆｅ ｌａｃｋｓ.

ＴＨＥ ＨＥＲＯＩＮＥ→words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.
Ａ ＣＯＶＥＲ ＣＯＮＣＥＡＬＳ→words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.

ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ,
ｉｎ ｐｏｏｌｓ ｏｆ ｓｉｌｖｅｒ ａｎｄ ｇｏｌｄ.

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ｔｈｅ ｓｏｎｇ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ ｌｉｆｅ.

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ａｎｄ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｖｅｒｙ ｅｎｄ,
ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｅｓｃａｐｅ ｔｈｅ ｌａｂｙｒｉｎｔｈ.

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© form ;; me
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❝Oh brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you,
cause I don't know what to do
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future
and I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you
You can take a picture
of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done❞

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- - -gender;; male
- - -age;; twenty
- - -birthday;; december 17
- - -hometown;; words.
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© character me
© pictures rightful owners
© lyrics coldplay
form inspired by light.

[gloaming]

♛ Ｍａｔｈｉａｓ Ｌｉｎｏ Ｓｕｔｔｏｎ

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weep for ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ
my man
you'll ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ
➵ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ
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{ sweet. }
{ thoughtful. }
{ romantic. }

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//ｐｅｙｔｏｎ ａｌｅｘａｎｄｅｒ.// //ｆｅｍａｌｅ. // //ｔｗｅｎｔｙ ｏｎｅ.// // " ｋａｌｅｉｄｏｓｃｏｐｅ ｈｅａｒｔ."//

✍ ever since the day she was born peyton was easy to pick out of a crowd. it was not just due to her looks, however eye catching they might be, but most often it was her personality and disposition. to put it in simplest terms, she has and always will be a black sheep. appearance wise she looks much like her other relatives. her family is polish in origin but they all share the same coal black hair and pale complexion. her face is a thin and angular, and her emotions show openly on it. her eyes are large and glassy, a clear sea foam green and are very perceptive. she has a tendency to stare and it often makes people uncomfortable, as though she is looking into the very depths of their soul, though most of the time she's just admiring a flower display behind them or the shirt they're wearing. besides her rather elegant looks, she also happens to be rather ridiculously tall for a girl, standing at about six foot one. she is thin and willowy and looks as though she could be knocked over by the slightest breath of wind. she spends much of her time in paint-splattered or torn up jeans and she has a bad habit of scrawling the things she needs to do onto her pants. she is also partial to button downs and band t-shirts, especially all the ones she's stolen from her uncles and older brothers. as a child she adored alice and wonderland and spent much of her time pretending to be the mad hatter or the cheshire cat. she's rather odd to this day, and associates with a large variety of other people. she is very lovely to be around, soft spoken though hardly timid. she is very active in social issues and other such things and is stubborn when it comes to her opinion. she is an aspiring abstract and surrealist artist, though she enjoys other activities that have to do with the arts as well. she has a unique view of the world and occasionally is innocent and naive.

[size=180]✍ she dreams of becoming a famous artist and thinks it would be nice to fall in love maybe, though the concept frightens her a bit.

✍ she likes salvador dali and vincent van gogh, their lives and their art. she has a huge sweet tooth and enjoys drinking tea. she loves almost any kind of music. she has a large interest in makeup and movie prosthetics.

✍ she dislikes prejudices and stereotypes, isn't a big fan of coffee, and dislikes small rodents.

✍ she's a bit terrified of falling in love and hates flying, though she doesn't quite mind heights.