by bakuraas. » Sat Feb 27, 2021 7:37 am
Username: bakuraas.
Name: Aliken
Gender: Genderless
Who are they?:
They are the calm before the storm, they are the warning you get before a devastating event. They are what all lambicorns fear deep down. They may not look like it at all, but they are danger and heartbreak. Famine and Pestilence. Death and birth into a cruel world. They are a creature that does not care for how you feel or who you love, they do not care if you are a wonderful person with a family, or a cruel man living on your own. They are a being that will not stop for anything.
They are a creature born and raised in the darkest woods, carrying the weight of generations on their back for as long as they could imagine. They were never given love, they were never shown compassion, and all that they were given in order to learn how to be a functioning emotional creature was hatred and silence. They are one who has never been able to show love due to never receiving it, they are the result of parents who were not ready to care for an emotional child, but were too proud to back down on their decision on summoning a child from a stone.
They are ancient, having lived for far longer than one would imagine. They have seen empires rise and fall and they have basked in the fires that have taken down buildings of great importance. They have seen desperate attempts to save a failing kingdom, only for them to fall ever harder into nothingness. They are a wealth of knowledge that no other creature can remember anymore, even those who live in the galaxies and in time itself do not have their knowledge. They are secretive, choosing not to share anything that they know, for they believe if they do then one of the purposes they have in this world will become nothing.
They are searching for purpose in everything, a jack of all trades in both the mortal and immortal world, constantly trying to take the tasks that are not meant for them, constantly begging for something to make them special. But they will never receive such a thing because it was not meant for them, it was never meant for them. They are a creature of stolen valor and hidden secrets that are not theirs to keep. Their knowledge was meant for someone else, their history was meant for someone else...
They are the mixture of shattered souls, come together in one body in order to find purpose in this world. They are almost 20 souls in one, constantly fighting with themselves because they were never one lambicorn. A human, a vampire, several dogs, who knows how many cats, all of them piling together into an aching body of a species that none of the souls had encountered before. They are not meant for this world, and yet they live anyways, despite the attempts made against that. Are they a mistake on god, a confused jumble of words, or a desperate attempt for joy? Whoever finds out may not like the answer they find.
