ĸoтorι
"Koto"
male //
died at 17
It wasn't until a year after the accident that I came to realize my... situation. I had been closed off in my room studying, as I always did, when it happened. The ground began to shake and the the paintings on my wall began falling off their hinges. Before I knew it, the walls had collapsed around me and everything went dark. I had accepted it, a change in my static everyday routine that I was beginning to think was too much for me. I awoke some time later, amongst the rubble of my former home. I lived alone, so it's not as if anyone would be looking for me. Shaking myself from the debris, I moved so I could take in the damage to my home and what little positions I had. I felt... lighter, somehow, but I paid it no mind. With a heavy sigh, I turned to stumble to the only place I really felt safe; the library. I took up residence in my parents home until I could fine another suitable one for myself, but they only ignored me. Why? I couldn't help but to think that I was bothering them with my presence, but I had no other choice. I ignored them as much as they did me, and we got along fine that way.
As time went on, I found that everyone else was ignoring me as well. Not that I ever had any friends in the first place, but there must have been somebody who at least noted my presence? Not that I minded; I hate interacting with others and will avoid contact of any form if possible. But this...? It just seemed a bit off to me. I came to realize what had become of me in that incident almost a year ago; I had died. This wasn't exactly an unwelcome thought, but I just thought it would be... different. Better, if you would. But I guess it's a new start- a new me, if you will. Nothing will ever change who I am- was?- and I just have to make the most of what I have to work with. Over the past few years, I've learned that there are certain things that I can interact with and not just phase through. Books, I discovered to my excitement, I can handle with limited ability. Enough to read, and I'm grateful for that. Photos and notes, too, that I had interacted with in my past life. I have since gathered my few belongings from the rubble and never fail to make me smile sadly at the memories each of them contain.
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Dislikes
- Listening to and watching music boxes
- Reading
- Cold, dark places
- Blankets
- While he was alive, he loved tea
- Also loved peppermint sticks
- Loud noises
- Socializing
- Being pitied
- People
- Being ignored
- Being the center
of attention
- Bright colors
- Being hot
- The sun
His biggest fear is fire. He can't stand it and panics whenever there is an open flame.
Koto isn't shy, he just hates being bothered. Even though others can't see him, he tends to shut himself away from others and hide in corners to avoid possible contact.
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Things that will always cheer him up
Well, Koto is never truly happy, but he feels the best when he's listening to music boxes or looking at his old belongings. He doesn't exactly miss being alive, but sometimes he can't help but wonder what he might be doing differently if he were still in the living world. Perhaps it wouldn't have made a difference, as he probably would have ended up here sooner or later.
Though what mostly kept him happy when he was alive was studying. It was the one thing he was good at; learning and retaining information, and applying it to the real world. How useful! Chewing on peppermint sticks and reading as well.
