Username ;; Trollish
Sima Name ;; Briar
Sima Gender ;; Male
Which Sima ;; Black
Personality ;;
"You thought I was the good one, didn't you?"
I’m nobody special.
The first thing you need to know about me, my eyes aren’t the only lie I tell. I have a habit of fabricating things, as it seems. I’ll tell people whatever I want to get the things I desire, whether it hurts them or not… I could care less. I’ve been lying since I was little, guess I never really outgrew the habit.
Like my true eye color, I can show my ‘real’ self to people. I generally dislike doing so, however. The falsehood I project is easier for everyone, I’d gamble. I portray myself to be strong and confident, full of myself but still hungry for praise and accomplishment. I suppose it’s not entirely a lie. I am very confident in my ability, though I do not think myself strong or noble. I act as if I could care less about anything within this world, as if my very presence has granted me the key to the doors that hide the things I want in life. I feign an atmosphere of knowing and speak with a sort of charisma I often doubt I truly possess.
Truthfully, I’d say I’m a smug and rather cocky individual. I tend to resort to lying or wry, alternative tricks in place of honest or less deplorable tactics. I’m a bit of a coward. Other simas have power to fight with, while I only have a mask to hide behind. In honesty, I never learned to fight. My jewel's power is overshadowed by the mask of illusive color I put up to hide it. I avoid conflict, one could say I despise it. Such brutish tactics are rather unfitting of someone as prim and proper as myself. I’d had to get my paws dirty for the sake of something so… pointless, and hollow.
I’m not evil. Just a trickster, one could say. Is that not what one calls someone of alternative tactics? Someone who, instead of being truthful or honest, would rather deceive or mislead to attain whatever it is they may want? That’s how I see myself, anyway.
I have a liking for extravagance, for flashy things and attractive alluring sights. I value the beauty of nature, and the beauty of others, and tend to pass my time observing the loveliness of the world around me. I have few friends, but of the company I keep in genuineness I am near inseparable with those I trust.
As I said, I'm nobody special. I'm just one liar, one trickster, one Briar.
Their Sibling ;;
Briar never knew his sibling. He knows nothing about them, but has vague memories of a sima with similar appearance. He can't place the markings exactly, but if he encountered his sibling he might be able to recognize them. He hadn't gotten much interaction with his brother as a kit because of their family situation being a bit... complex. They didn't really establish a bond, so Briar has almost no knowledge of his sibling. He wants to know his sibling, in fact he has a deep desire to seek out that vague memory of someone who was almost close to their true being. Granted he'd never admit this to anyone, not a chance. He hides it as he does most other things that are close to his heart. One day he hopes to find his sibling and reunite with them, because he feels like the sibling he never really had would be the only person who might understand his plight, and see him for who he really is and not the illusion he portrays.
Soul Companion ;;
The orb of black and red glow that floats around them all the time is actually a lost soul. Granted Briar is no reaper or ghoul, he technically shouldn't even be in possession of a soul. This one in particular had escaped the reaper's dimension one year ago in the last Halloween event. Never having been re-captured, Briar took the lonely soul in and looked after it. He was wary of the idea at first, but after showing some small kindness to the soul it started following him around and orbiting his neck. To his dismay, he couldn't get rid of the thing now. The soul slowly started to talk to him, revealing themselves to be an escaped soul. Briar learned a lot about them through their fleeting conversation, but the soul could not speak above a dull whisper that it seemed only Briar could audibly hear. When they were alone, Briar would talk to the soul; who's name was Anansi. The two are inseparable and consider eachother friends. Anansi is one of the few individuals (if dead simas count, of course) that Briar is genuine with.