•Username: RedFur1322•
•Name: Abir
Meaning "Strong".•
•Gender: Male•
•Song:
Illuminated- Hurts
Time waits for no one
So do you want to waste some time?
Oh, oh tonight
Don't be afraid of tomorrow
Just take my hand
I'll make it feel so much better tonight
Suddenly my eyes are open
Everything comes into focus, oh
We are all illuminated
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
Swing me these sorrows
And try delusion for a while
It's such a beautiful night
You've got to lose inhibition
Romance your ego for a while
Come on, give it a try
Suddenly my eyes are open
Everything comes into focus, oooooooohhhh
We are all illuminated
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
We are, we are blinding
We are, we are blinding
Suddenly my eyes are open
Everything comes into focus, oooooooohhh
We are all illuminated
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
We are, we are blinding
We are, we are blinding•
•Personality:
As most would think, Abir is a social recluse, having no yearning for a more talkative life. He keeps to himself, and never opens to anyone, not even those close to him, as he cannot imagine what his secrets would do and how they would hurt someone. He seems to be very reserved in his right mind, and feels that no one should know anything about him, therefore putting him in a depressed state more than often, as he has no one to dump his sorrows and feelings on. For him, reason isn't an option, and when someone annoys him, he lashes out unrestrained. He is quite picky about everything, and is very meticulous. He doesn't speak much, though he has a lot to say. His opinions are a secret to the world, and most think that of Abir talked, he could change the world.•
•Hobby:
Abir is a secret artist. He feels art is the best way to put his feelings out to something that won't argue- a peice of paper. He feels paper is his best friend, always carrying his burdens around and portraying them beautifully. It's sad that Abir can only confess his opinions on paper, but that's what Abir wants. He wants to be a master at visualizing his feelings.•
Extra:
I know I'm not loud
But I have something to say.
I should have said this before...
Should have said this every other day.
The world needs to know...
The secrets that I bear.
But, it's not like anyone will notice...
Much less care.
But still, I must confess
Release the anger inside
But the things holding me back...
I just don't know how or why.
I don't like politics
Much less crime
No weapons should be aloud
Everyone should be on cloud nine.
There should be no fighting
That only prompts hate
But hey, these rules are old.
They should be up to date!
You understand the pain,
Understand the sorrow
But I am still here
And I will be tomorrow.
•Name: Abir
Meaning "Strong".•
•Gender: Male•
•Song:
Illuminated- Hurts
Time waits for no one
So do you want to waste some time?
Oh, oh tonight
Don't be afraid of tomorrow
Just take my hand
I'll make it feel so much better tonight
Suddenly my eyes are open
Everything comes into focus, oh
We are all illuminated
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
Swing me these sorrows
And try delusion for a while
It's such a beautiful night
You've got to lose inhibition
Romance your ego for a while
Come on, give it a try
Suddenly my eyes are open
Everything comes into focus, oooooooohhhh
We are all illuminated
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
We are, we are blinding
We are, we are blinding
Suddenly my eyes are open
Everything comes into focus, oooooooohhh
We are all illuminated
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
We are, we are blinding
We are, we are blinding•
•Personality:
As most would think, Abir is a social recluse, having no yearning for a more talkative life. He keeps to himself, and never opens to anyone, not even those close to him, as he cannot imagine what his secrets would do and how they would hurt someone. He seems to be very reserved in his right mind, and feels that no one should know anything about him, therefore putting him in a depressed state more than often, as he has no one to dump his sorrows and feelings on. For him, reason isn't an option, and when someone annoys him, he lashes out unrestrained. He is quite picky about everything, and is very meticulous. He doesn't speak much, though he has a lot to say. His opinions are a secret to the world, and most think that of Abir talked, he could change the world.•
•Hobby:
Abir is a secret artist. He feels art is the best way to put his feelings out to something that won't argue- a peice of paper. He feels paper is his best friend, always carrying his burdens around and portraying them beautifully. It's sad that Abir can only confess his opinions on paper, but that's what Abir wants. He wants to be a master at visualizing his feelings.•
Extra:
I know I'm not loud
But I have something to say.
I should have said this before...
Should have said this every other day.
The world needs to know...
The secrets that I bear.
But, it's not like anyone will notice...
Much less care.
But still, I must confess
Release the anger inside
But the things holding me back...
I just don't know how or why.
I don't like politics
Much less crime
No weapons should be aloud
Everyone should be on cloud nine.
There should be no fighting
That only prompts hate
But hey, these rules are old.
They should be up to date!
You understand the pain,
Understand the sorrow
But I am still here
And I will be tomorrow.
