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username. néktar name. ozias gender. male (♂)-------------
darling, in the end
you've got to be
your own hero.
because everybody's
too busy saving themselves
- an excerpt from a book i'll never write. // #227
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ø play list ø
♬ fresh static snow
♬ pure imagination
♬ echo
♬ rude
♬ hot milk
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personality
ozzi is a gentle soul, not one for conflict though also not one to be pushed around and bullied as though he has no strength to fight---
back. he tends to take things to mind and heart, paying attention to every little detail and keeping it in his mind for later use. he
puts others problems before himself as he'd rather be helping others smile, while he's a generally carefree and happy boy most of
his days. it takes a lot to bother him. rather unpredictable of his is his flirtatiousness, often to cover up his insecurity, he'll flirt wi
th most anyone as a joke more often then not, though no one can really tell when he is. he's defiantly good at confusing others an
d keeping them on their toes. ozzi is often envious of others around him, envious of their happiness and their love, he feels that h
e is lacking feeling but will never say his feelings always keeping the focus off of himself. he is often indulgent and soft in other th
ings when it comes to his favorite luxury items or people's feelings, letting their pleas and words get under his skin. ( 198 )
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pen & paper // love & joy
❝ We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls an
d nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flame,
we are all just stars that have people names.❞ - b.
i fell in love with poetry during my time in school, there is always that on
e part of the year where you learn a chapter on poetry in your english cla
ss. when the teacher mentioned poetry we all groaned at the thought, po
etry was too sappy with love or just plain boring. or so i thought, along w
ith all my other classmates. we started off the chapter with simple old e
lish type of boring poetry. by the end of the week though our teacher ga
ve us the assignment to write our own poetry, about our feelings or simp
ly about something we like. i spent that whole weekend pondering what i
would write. crumpled papers began to pile up by my trashcan beside my
desk, it was driving me mad, i was trying to sound how old english poets
sounded and it was not easy at all. so then i stopped picking at my dead
brain and went to my window. it was midnight and the wind was gentle
through my window, i was sat on the ledge of it. confident in my sitting i
looked up at the sky, i was met with something beautiful that i hadn't se
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heart & soul // rice & soy
en before with my own eyes. the milkway. it was pouring over the sky ab
ove my house, it was amazing. it had seemed that my breath had gotten
caught in my throat but i smiled none the less. i had a sudden remeberan
ce to something i was once told by a close friend of mine. we are all mad
e of stardust.. the thought rung in my head as i rushed back to my desk, i
then started my night of research. looking up every little thing i could to
make up my idea of modern poetry. i had fallen asleep just as the rays of
sun shown through my curtains and grew along my wooden floor. my fath
er woke me up hours later saying i was going to be late for school. i rush
ed out and to school clutching the paper with three simple lines written
on it. i kept it close to me all day until we got to our english class. the t
eacher asked for us to share our poems. everyone was nervous, fumbling
over each word, looking down at the paper the whole time, growing red
with each word spoken. it was soon my turn to go up then, but i found th
at i too was getting cold feet. i went to the front, taking a breath and sh
aring out my poem with as much confidence as i could muster at the tim
e. once i had finished the last word, it was dead silence from my classma
tes, i looked at each of them afraid of the laughter that was to ensue but
they all just started to smile and clapped for me! that was the moment i
realized i loved poetry, and would for the rest of my life. (500+)
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❝ family is important, as they were the ones who taught you the meaning of ❞![Image](http://i.imgur.com/lf4sMP8.png)
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eros.
ozias gets along rather well with eros despite him being the s
trict father that sets all the rules. as ozzi doesn't often get in
to trouble and tends to be closer to eros. ozzi is often more o
pen to eros, knowing he won't judge him as harshly as his sibl
ings would. he often curls up with eros and shares his poems
and asks for his opinions of them and feels proud when he sh
ows off his work to his father. ozzi feels very attached to ero
s, when he is young he would often get sad when he would l
eave or pay more attention to ludus and manami. ozzi tends
to be less playful with eros though as he wants to put his bes
t foot forward when around him, often putting on the innoce
nt act. (142)
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pragma.
ozzi feels very at ease around his father pragma even though
he's awkward and lacking in self awareness as he can relate
heavily with the big kalon's clumsiness. ozzi, when spending t
ime with pragma, will often trip over his tail about fifteen ti
mes; often get bruises and scrapes though act like a touch gu
y and brush it off. ozzi often calls pragma his cuddly buddy k
nowing he's a bit high strung for a dad but ozzi understands t
his perfectly well. ozzi often shares his more calming and lov
ing poems with pragma hoping to put his mind at ease as wel
l as share the loving feeling that they have in common. thou
gh he often doesn't share his deep feelings with his father as
he does with eros, not that he doesn't trust pragma just that
he doesn't want him to worry about how he feels. (144)
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ludus.
ozzi holds himself in comparison highly to his brother, due to his constant self evaluation he often looks up to him. due to him bein
g the only other male sibling ozzi has, he tries his best to act tough and big around his older sibling to impress him and gain his fav
or which never works out as ozzi's personality is so far from ludus'. ozzi most often writes poems about how he feels towards his br
other though he never ever shows ludus his poems for fear the gruff older sibling would think soft of him, which he really is. so oz
zi often puts on a front when around ludus to try and seem more like him, just so he may one day impress his brother and make hi
m proud though ozzi more often then not looses his courage for this front. though ludus and him are never on bad terms. (150)------------
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manami.
with manami, ozzi is very gentle and tip toey as he knows how sensitive his older sister can be. he feels more closer to her due to th
e fact is often the most helping her when she is crying or sad he tries his hardest to cheer her up, feeling like a failure if he doesn't.
she was the main reason ozzi got into poetry though he would not ever admit it to her. instead of tears he wished to put the emotio
n into words, he has a main section of poems that he wrote specifically for her and for when ever she is crying. his more gentler and
softer side definitely shows when he is around manami as he approaches her with cheerfulness as well as caution as to help her not b
e sad, going out of his way to avoid certain topics she does not like. (148)-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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