by Offended Cockatiel » Mon Jun 27, 2016 12:23 pm
Username;; Offended Cockatiel
Name;; Mavis
Gender;; Female
One extra;;
It was a marvel of things. Bookcases so tall they skimmed their sharp edges against the pale ceiling,---
Obsession;;
Mavis' gain of utmost pleasure comes from data keeping, organizing books and information. It is a rather large hobby, and one she has saccumb to purely for matters of interest,
along with the force that initially began this passion.
She has gained an attachment to this hobby of hers, one of vastly proportions, and of sickly idiolization. She spends her days and nights up in a secluded library in the clouds, taking care of the information, reading books, and organizing the data into their commonplace homes. It is her life. This passion, this obsession, made her who she is, although it started in disparity of what true passion is. A passion formed from entrapment and isolated attachment. It cut off her old existence, left her alone and confused.
This passion, before it came to truly form, left him idealizing a poignant memorialization of her past, until she learned to cope with it, via the items that gave reason for her regretful placement in the very first place. It made him adore books, let him be taken to wonderful places by reading, and easily let him understand the world around him without much sight of it, for he could not leave his passion behind.
Science. Yea, yea, laugh it off.
This guy doesn't seem like --- not while he's got two guns holstered to his hips and not when he throws smoke bombs, running away from the proximity, screaming profanities at the top of his lungs. But, there is more to a person than what the eye can see and what the mind conceives. Understanding of a person is relative at best